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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Fright
Pamela had gained the respect of an unlikely ally in Pansy Parkinson. The girl took what Pamela said to heart. Sure she couldn't change the attitudes of the others in her house, but Pamela didn't expect her too.
School has been getting gradually busier and the workloads have been steadily increasing once the basics were out of the way. The week leading to Halloween, Flitwick announced that they would start making things levitate. It is a simple spell, true, but the magic behind it was hard to master, or so it would've seemed. Pamela read the pages describing the finer points of the spell while the others blindly tried it out. She glanced out over the room to see Hermione doing her recall thing.
"Ronald, you are gonna poke someone's eye out calm down." Pamela closed her eyes knowing what is to follow. "Besides you are saying it wrong, it is win-GAR-dium levi-O-sa, make the gar and o nice and long."
"You do it if you're so great at it!" Ron snapped.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Hermione said and the feather before her started to lift. Seamus next to Pamela however blew up his feather in an impressive fireball.
After the class ended Ron was mouthing off over Hermione's supposedly know-it-all attitude and then he did the impossible, he implied that Hermione had no friends. Hermione stormed away after that and a nod between them had Fay following Hermione and Pamela confronting Ron with a knee to his jingly bells.
"In case you didn't realize it Weasley, Hermione has friends and I am one of them. You are going to be taking notes for us in potions, thorough notes, while Fay and I try to find Hermione and get her to ignore your stupidity."
Pamela delivered another knee to Ron's bits then took off in the general direction Hermione and Fay left in. Once she was out of sight she found a small flower and upon concentrating on it found that Hermione went in the direction of Myrtle's toilet.
"She won't come out." Fay said as Pamela entered the bathroom.
"I figured," Pamela said sitting down against the door Hermione was in she knocked on the door.
"Go away!" Hermione was crying.
"Not a chance," Pamela smiled. "I got Ron in his jollies for what he said. He won't be walking straight for a while." There was a kinda giggle at that. "I also told him to take thorough notes in potions. We might fail the assignment, but I'm not leaving a friend behind."
"Friend?" Hermione asked between sobs.
"Hermione, do you really think I of all people would hang out with a bunch of strangers? When you decided to sit with me on the train I assumed we were friends. You and Fay are not only my best friends, you are my only friends." Pamela said, Fay decided to sit next to her after that.
"So I need a regular dip in the cold lake instead of going to the library, that is a matter of life and death for me, and Pamela here likes to play in the dirt. We may all be different, but if we work together we can make something beautiful." Fay said. "I am a half mermaid, by the way, in case you haven't figured it out yet.
"And I am mostly plant, according to the sorting hat. I didn't even know that." Pamela said.
"I – I'm a bookworm." Hermione said between sobs.
"And we wouldn't want it any other way." Pamela said. "So come on out so that we can get to the common room. Myrtle will be here pretty soon, she never goes out spying on the boys' shower for long."
That finally broke Hermione out of her funk as she unlocked the stall door.
"You really kicked Ronald in his privates?"
"Twice," Pamela smiled.
Upon entering the common room they found that the entire first year class was up there. Lavender Brown went into as much detail as she could, which meant that it was over kill, that the dungeons have been evacuated because a fifth year Slytherin accidentally blew up a cauldron and releasing a poisonous mist. So for the next four days no one is allowed down there. Slytherin students would take refuge in the Great Hall in that time.
On Saturday morning, Halloween Day, it was announced that there would be a mandatory feast every first year had to attend. The feast would take place from 16h00 until around 20h00. The school's choir would perform and they would have a special guest speaker for the evening's entertainment.
The girls made it down by around the start of the feast. It was indeed a show. The choir mesmerized them all and the guest speaker turned out to be the captain of the Hollyhead Harpies, she however didn't speak about Quidditch but rather the forgotten Samhain festivities that took place on the same day. At around 18h00 the girls excused themselves to freshen up.
If Pamela listened to the warnings she would've known to hold off until a little later. It was just as they rounded the corner to the ground floor toilet that Quirrell ran into the hall screaming about a troll in the dungeon. The stuttering professor didn't seem to think of closing the door to the dungeon behind him though. The troll escaped and followed its nose in the direction the girls went.
When the three Gryffindor girls and one Slytherin exited the toilet they were met with the ugliest thing they saw to date and it reeked to boot. They slowly backed up into the room careful not to make any sudden movements. It was only when they were backed into a corner that Pamela noticed the signs.
"Don't even think about it you smelly bastard!" Pamela shouted, at the same time the windows burst inwards and thick roots came rushing in.
The roots spun around the troll's neck and pulled him down to the ground. It grew thicker and thicker until there was a pop and the troll stopped squirming. Pamela sat huddled up trying to get her breathing under control. All she could see was that bastard plowing into her over and over again. It took the combined effort of the other girls to get Pamela up to the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey, the school's healer, forced a sedative down Pamela's throat and called St. Mungo's. It was soon thereafter that healer Tonks arrived along with her daughter, who was visiting at the time.
"While mum helps calm Palm Lily down, why don't you three show me what caused her to break down like that?" Auror Tonks asked. The girls led her to the bathroom.
Having viewed Pamela's memories to make a case against her muggle relatives, Tonks was able to instantly tell what triggered the panic attack. The troll was only glad in a loincloth that didn't really cover its bits.
"Looks like the troll got what it deserved." Tonks said before taking out a muggle pen and notebook to write a quick report. That was when the teachers showed up.
"Nymphadora Tonks?" McGonagall asked.
"Wothcher Prof. McGonagall," Tonks greeted, "School has gotten more interesting since I left."
"Did you do this?" Prof. Snape sneered at her.
"Nope, this kill was done in self defense by one Pamela Lillian Potter, she's currently in the hospital wing being force fed calming draughts mom brought along. I just wanted to see the hullabaloo never thought I'd need to report a troll back at headquarters." Tonks scanned the adults, "So who let the troll in?" she was met with silence, a side effect of confronting an Auror if you have something to hide.
====PPSOS====
In the Great Hall during breakfast Pamela received a welcomed gift. The Gryffindor team had managed to keep the fact that Pamela was on the team a secret. The gift was a broom and set of Quidditch robes courtesy of McGonagall. The robes was a given, but the broom was a surprise, a Nimbus 2000. Pamela had looked over the broom selection and would've gotten herself a Clean Sweep the following year. After breakfast, when Pamela and her friends walked down to the pitch Malfoy confronted them.
"Your in trouble now Potter, first years aren't allowed their own brooms."
"Well it is your fault I would need one, Malfoy."
"Good luck in the game, Ms. Potter," the squeaky voice of Flitwick saved Pamela the energy to explain.
"Thank you professor, although I would rather not do this, I promised Prof. McGonagall I'll aim for the cup." Malfoy couldn't find words.
Parting ways with her friends at the dressing room, Pamela went inside, almost instantly she was pulled to the side by the three female Chasers of the team and frog-marched to the shower area. They didn't hesitate to pull Pamela's clothes off and get her dressed in the uniform. At her quizzical look they stated it was a team initiation, done last to Katie Bell when she joined the team the previous year.
Oliver Wood lunched into a not-so-inspirational speech and soon they were called out. The teams flew up to about the hoop level with Pamela and the Slytherin seeker slightly higher. The bludgers were released followed by the snitch. It flew first to the Slytherin Seeker circling him and then it circled Pamela before flying off and getting lost. The quaffle was released and the game officially began.
Pamela was circling the pitch keeping her eyes open for any glint of gold, she was aware of what the team was doing, but only vaguely. It was on one of these runs that her broom suddenly stopped, almost sending her flying off. Her broom was being jinxed. Pamela tried to find the source of he jinx while she tried to stay on her bucking broom, if it wasn't for the ivy that suddenly sprouted from within her body to hold her hands closed around the broom she would surely have fallen.
Just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Pamela noticed a bit of a commotion in the teacher's stand and then she saw it. The snitch was hovering leisurely almost on the ground, having caught sight of the ball Pamela found that it held her focus so she dived. The Slytherin seeker seemed to sense something amiss and followed Pamela's gaze, he too dived.
Rapidly approaching the ground the snitch suddenly made a b-line close to the posts, the Slytherin seeker pulled out of the suicide dive long before Pamela did. Once Pamela straightened out she flew after the golden seconds later she had it in her mouth of all places since it decided to switch to reverse catching Pamela unaware. Gryffindor won the match.
====PPSOS====
"It was Prof. Snape, I can't believe it, but I saw it with my own eyes!" Pansy was pacing back and forth in an abandoned classroom on the second floor. "If I hadn't pushed poor Prof. Quirrell into him he would've ended up killing you."
"Why would Prof. Snape try to kill me?" Pamela asked something didn't feel right.
"It is a mystery," Hermione said looking at the others in the room.
"Maybe he was a Death Eater and wanted revenge for offing he-who-must-not-be-named?" Fay said then added, "Why do we call him that anyway?"
"I don't, I call him creepy. Trying to kill a baby with a spell, you know a knife works better." Pamela absentmindedly rubbed a spot on her arm that a knife had once protruded from when she threw up her hands to protect her heart.
The girls discussed the possibility that a teacher was trying to kill a student some more before they bell tolled for lunch the girls walked down together not really speaking as that would look suspicious and cause Pansy problems in Slytherin, the main reason they met in an abandoned classroom.
After lunch the three Gryffindor girls parted ways, Hermione went to the library, Fay went for a swim and Pamela went to the forest's edge, this time making sure she was out of sight of Hagrid and his hut.
She sat there staring into the forest, the event that allowed her hands to remain tight on the broom fresh in her mind. Pamela closed her eyes to think what could have happened when she on the broom. Her eyes shot open as she remembered a warm feeling rush over her.
Pamela opened the palm of her hand and willed the warm feeling from the broom to her palm. When she opened her eyes there was a seedling growing out of it. She went to pull it out and to her great surprise it stung a little, but the seedling had roots and everything meaning that it would grow and bloom into whatever plant it was from, meaning that it would be a representation of Pamela. Pamela was indeed curious what it would turn into so she went up to the greenhouses to secure a pot, ground and a bit of fertilizer to mix in. When Pamela went to sleep that night, she dreamt of a world filled with blood red lilies.
====PPSOS====
Another chapter done, I think I caught all the little mistakes in tense and grammar.
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