Pamela Potter – Stone of Souls
This is my first attempt to write a fan-fiction story. I do my own editing so any and all faults are on me.
This story is going to have adult themes.
Summary: Pamela Lillian Potter hasn't had a good life in the few years she has been alive. She was reduced to a slave from the moment she could walk and by the time she could reach the sink on her own feet, worse. Watch the rise of a heroine who will fall from grace and become Poison Ivy.
For those asking, this story doesn't have a pairing only a strong friendship.
Fun Fact: The name "Pamela" has various meanings, but for the purpose of this story and going with other plant/flower names of girls it is taken from "Palm" and "Lillian" being shorten to "Lily" making Pamela's name "Palm Lily" an evergreen plant from Australia.
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Flight
As Saturday rolled around Pamela again tried to enroll Hermione and Fay to join her in exploring the castle, Hermione agreed only to accompany her until they reached the library, since she wanted to do some research. Fay on the other hand opted for going to the lake for a swim.
The library was situated on the fourth floor so that meant that Pamela and Hermione explored the sixth and fifth floor together. When Hermione asked why she only explored the seventh floor, Pamela blushed and told Hermione something interesting happened on the seventh floor taking up most of her time.
In addition to the already known locations and shortcuts on Tonks' map, the two of them discovered two more. One came out just in front of a painting of a fruit bowl. The map revealed it to be the school kitchens, the other led to the third floor to the right, the forbidden corridor that year. Luckily the door was locked, easy to unlock though. It sounded like an angry animal was behind the door so they didn't open it. Both these shortcuts were on the sixth floor, the fifth floor didn't reveal any new shortcuts.
After bidding Hermione a pleasant time, Pamela continued her exploring. All the shortcuts were thoroughly mapped on the forth and third floor, making Pamela assume that Tonks didn't really have classes on the upper floors. After going through the last three floors, and not wanting to venture into the basement or dungeons at that time, Pamela made her way outside to the very edge of the forest. She wanted to go inside, but didn't want to break school rules just yet, so she just sat there talking to the plants.
"Wha' ye doin' ova tha?" came a deep voice behind her.
"Plants have a calming effect of me and since the greenhouses are locked I couldn't go there." Pamela turned to the man. "While we are on the subject, could I implore you to move the plant in your window back a bit Mr. Hagrid? Larkspurs do not like direct sunlight."
"O' course," Hagrid smiled, "An' is jus' Hagrid. Dinner is a'most being served, ye bes be goin'."
After dinner, back in the common room Pamela took out the map and breathed the incantation Inmutatio to modify the map to include the two new shortcuts they found. The Weasley twins, for some reason, were feeling their pockets and sighed in relief. Pamela pointed this out to Hermione, who said they might have a similar map.
"Etiam in pupillis!" Pamela breathed as she finished the additions. Just as she was about to put it away she was flanked by the twins. Their proximity set Pamela on the edge.
"What do we have here?" Fred said peering down at the parchment.
"It would appear that an ickle firstie has a secret map of the school." George said smiling.
"It isn't a secret map – exactly." Pamela was speaking slowly. She was concentrating on keeping the pollen from poisoning the two boys. "It was given to me by the person staying with me. She included all the shortcuts through the school she found in her time here. I found two more and added them."
"But does it show,"
"The locations of everyone,"
"At any time?"
"No, but then I do not plan on sneaking about. Good Night!" Pamela said pointedly then picked up her stuff and headed out, Hermione on her tail.
Once safe in their dorm Hermione asked about the exchange. Pamela told her that the twins had her on edge and that the pollen she could have released might have poisoned them. Hermione smiled sadly and helped Pamela put ward over her bed, she had learned the spells during the short week they had.
The next week was buzzing with excitement. Pamela just wanted to ignore the inevitable. She really didn't want to go flying. Up in the sky there was no place to find roots. Hermione and Fay also seemed to share her discomfort. They made it through all their classes, History of Magic on Monday afternoon being the most boring class so far. The subject was fascinating, but the professor, a ghost, seemed to not only drawl on and on, but he kept repeating himself, Pamela settled for working her own way through the text book.
It happened on Wednesday's Herbology lesson. They were quietly repotting some herbs when a voice spoke in her mind, a mixture between plants-speak and human speech. She glanced down to the herb. It nodded at her, the message clear, she wasn't imagining things.
"How'd you do that?" Fay whispered still struggling to not hurt the herbs she was working with.
"What, repotting them so easily?" Pamela asked to which Fay nodded. "I have a way with plants remember. Here, let me." Pamela touched the little plant and it seemed to grow a little bit. "Her roots are away from the sides now. Just be gentle when you pull her out."
Another student that seemed to have a knack with the plants was Neville Longbottom, he may not be able to communicate with the plants, but he had gentle hands while handling them. Once Herbology finished Pamela asked Sprout if she could have one of the herbs just until Friday's class.
That night in her dorm Pamela sat the little herb on the windowsill next to her and concentrated on it. Soon she was able to make out the chatter of kids, speaking about nothings, just enjoying the company. Then there was a voice speaking to the herb itself:
"Hey there little guy, why are you leaning like that?" Pamela recognized the voice instantly. It was Hannah Abbott form Hufflepuff. Before she could break the connection she felt a pleasant sensation wash over her. "There you go. You know we worked with your brothers and sisters in Herbology today. Prof. Sprout says that you sometimes only need cold sprits then you'll stop leaning like that, I hope she was right."
Pamela took out her wand and recited the spell she found inside The Little Shop of Horrors, the pot and its fertilizer duplicated. Pamela then took the seed of one of the plants in the store and planted it inside the pot. Concentrating she willed her magic inside the ground and the little seed started to grow. Pamela concentrated on the plant and true enough she could hear Tonks singing. What an interesting turn of events. It seems like Gaia, the great mother, has gifted Pamela with another talent. This one might be the most useful once Pamela was able to hone it enough.
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The morning of the feared flying lessons brought with it other signs that Pamela shouldn't take to the skies. The first being when Neville receive a remembral from his grandmother. The mist turned red and Pamela could only assume what it meant. Another was Hermione railed up enough to reveal what she read in Quidditch through the Ages. The third was Fay looking positively sea sick on solid ground.
After lunch they made their way to the Quidditch Pitch where the Slytherin first years were already waiting, which was odd considering they all just had together. Maybe they all ran out there, or took a left where the others took a right. Either way it was just weird.
Madam Hooch was a woman with spiky short hair and eyes like a hawk, both in color and in function. She told them to stand next to the brooms hand hold out their right hands. The brooms would jump into it with a simple command of up. The key, Pamela noticed, was to take a demanding tone. Her broom had instantly jumped into her hands.
Hooch showed them how to mount their brooms and went around connecting the grips of those too thick headed to listen to her. Once such was Draco Malfoy, the albino ferret told Hooch that his father taught him how to grip his broom. She showed him a stretch of grass that was especially soft and told him that his father regularly fell in that area. He hadn't said a word since.
The lesson was to start out easy, on the whistle kick off, hover, then lean forward to touch back down. Neville went into a panic and flew higher and higher. There was a brief moment where it seemed like he would come back down. That however passed as he slid off the broom and fell. Closing her eyes Pamela asked that Neville land safely. The grass grew where Neville was to land, it softened the landing, but Neville still broke his wrist because of the angle he landed on it. Hermione only arched her brow at this.
Malfoy had somehow gotten hold of Neville's remembral and was mocking the boy and his family. Pamela might not have known Neville's parents, but she'd be damned if she let someone insult them like Malfoy was.
"I think you should refrain from your insults and kindly return Neville's remembral." Pamela said, narrowing her eyes. Malfoy was too far for her pollen to reach.
"No Potter, I think I will leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find, like the roof." And there Malfoy took off. "Are you afraid of flying Potty?"
The next few moments Pamela won't be able to recall, but when she regained her senses, she was holding the remembral following McGonagall through the school. They stopped outside of the Charms classroom and she was asking for Wood. Wood turned out to be a burly looking boy who happened to be the Gryffindor Quidditch Team's captain.
McGonagall invited Pamela for tea and she went over quite a few stories involving Quidditch, it also happened that her father was a Chaser for Gryffindor while he was there. Her mother wished to remain on the ground not unlike Pamela. It was only after McGonagall pointed out that Quidditch could be quite rough and she can see it as a punishment did Pamela gave in and took the offered position.
Wood took Pamela out to the Quidditch field, after his class ended. They spend the first moments talking about the different positions and their place on the team. After that Wood conjured a bucket of golf balls and slung it in different directions. Pamela chased after them and didn't drop a single one. The feeling was vaguely familiar, was this what happened when she was chasing after the remembral? It felt natural, almost like a maple seed drifting in the wind.
When Pamela was seated next to her friends, Malfoy approached them and tried to get Pamela to dual with him, after hours, in the trophy room. She basically refused but suggested that he could go ahead if he felt so strongly about it. He huffed and walked away. Another Slytherin however didn't.
"You are Pansy Parkinson right?" Pamela asked.
"Yeah," she nodded, "I gotta know: why did you stand up for Longbottom?"
"Two reasons." Pamela held up two fingers, dropping one she said, "He wasn't there to even attempt to stand up for himself." She dropped the other. "His parents were insulted, I may not know them, but I don't take stuff like that lightly, I didn't have the most pleasant upbringing, but I know before that my parents loved me."
"You don't know Longbottom do you?" Pansy asked.
"I don't need to," Pamela turned to Pansy her eyes more intense and several shades darker. "I don't take kindly to those who insult people behind their backs. Are you one of those cowards, Pansy Parkinson, or do you have more backbone than that?"
"I – I need to go, I'll have an answer for you in potions." Pansy said then left for her table in deep thought.
"Wow, you just took down two Slytherins in one go, good on you – mate." Ron Weasley gulped hard when Pamela turned her gaze on him, the meaning clear, having posted it to Pansy just a moment ago.
"So I'm not expelled, but I wish I was, the punishment for that stunt is much more than I anticipated." Pamela told Hermione and Fay as she scooped some potatoes into her plate. "I'll tell you in the dorm, too many ears around here."
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