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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Fight
The girls had confronted Hagrid and he revealed that the person who gave him the egg also got him quite drunk. Hagrid didn't see his face since he kept his hood up. Hagrid vaguely remembered talking about Fluffy. The girls didn't flinch when he revealed how to get past her. They were disappointed that he revealed it to a stranger though. In the end there wasn't anything they could do, as long as Dumbledore was around the stone would be safe.
They were soon forced to forget about crazy dark lords and their plots to regain a semblance of life in favor for the approaching exams. Sure it was still some ways away but the last few lessons for the year and the revision was strenuous on them. The work load only increased after the Easter break.
"You know for a magical community, we celebrate a lot of Christian holidays." Pamela once commented. They were in the library looking up dates for History and the book Pamela had was definitively Christian.
"We had to adapt slightly," Pansy shrugged, "Muggleborn culture seemed like a load of fun so we integrated them. I can't ever remember not celebrating them."
When the exams finally started Pamela was stuck with an odd feeling in her navel, it wasn't quite a pain, but it wasn't pleasant either. She had written it off as exam jitters, however when they finished their last paper days later the feeling was still there and growing more.
"It is gonna happen tonight." Pamela suddenly said as they sat under the trees near the lake, Fay was just about to dip her head under the water to get her gills wet.
"What makes you say that?" Fay asked popping her head out the water. Her hair was back revealing the gills behind her ears.
"The plants on the edge of the ground just saw Dumbledore leaving towards Hogsmead." Pamela stated.
"Are we really going to do this?" Pansy asked. They had told the staff of their findings months ago, they didn't seem to step up the security though.
"They brushed us off, Pansy." Hermione said. "I didn't want to believe that adults can be ignorant, but they brushed us off."
"I don't think that is entirely true," Fay said as she sat down next to the others. "For some time now I felt like someone was pulling strings around me. I don't know how else to explain it."
"So the adults are under some kind of compulsion to ignore our plights?" Pansy sighed, "How wonderful."
====PPSOS====
That night instead of heading to their common rooms after dinner they met up in the bathroom on the ground floor. They cast a mild repelling charm on the door, if it failed to keep they could still faint using the facilities, they were all girls.
When they were sure that everyone was well away they slipped out and using Pamela's map gotten to the third floor door in no time. They slipped inside and hid behind Fluffy, who was only too glad to see them, even if they brought a friend with them.
Nearly ten minutes later they saw who was the culprit trying to get to the stone. They were shocked to see him. They froze when Fluffy drifted off. They only regained some mobility after the person was good and gone. Fay reluctantly volunteered to go and sent Dumbledore a letter. She knew she wouldn't last if they fought, she had weak magic, being the daughter of a muggle and a merman, she knew that they needed Dumbledore there as soon as possible.
The three other girls waited for Fay to close the door before jumping down the trapdoor. They landed on something soft and spongy, a plant. Pamela smirked. She closed her eyes and demanded that the Devil's Snare remain dormant. They walked down a passage that was slowly descending deeper down into the heart of the school. The next chamber had a set of flying creatures and a door at the end. They crossed and found the door spelled closed and repelling magic.
"One of the keys must open it." Pamela said looking up. "There, it has a broken wing."
"So what we gotta fly and catch it?" Pansy asked. Pamela shook her head.
"I don't like flying, but we got something I can use close." She closed her eyes when she opened them they were glowing a solid green. Her voice took up a more ethereal tone. "Come to me my sister. I require help retrieving something that shouldn't be in the air."
The Devil's Snare snaked into the room and shot up into the flying keys grabbing each and every one of them and dragging it down. After finding the correct key they unlocked the door Pamela thanked the Devil's Snare and stepped into the pitch black room beyond.
They were walking through the darkness for nearly ten minutes before there was a patch of light welcoming them into the next room. There they found chess pieces trying to put themselves together. None of the girls were any good at chess, so it was a good thing they were able to move across the room while the pieces recovered.
They once again moved through darkness. Only this time it was the stink that told them that they were reaching the end of the passage. There in the next room lay no less than thirteen mountain trolls all knocked out. They tiptoed through the room only to meet with the most challenging challenge yet.
With purple flames stopping them from retreating and black flames blocking their path they had no choice than to head to the table containing a riddle and seven bottles of potions. The riddle read:
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.
"A logic puzzle," Hermione muttered.
"Perfect trap," Pansy said.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked.
"Think about it. As magical folk we bend logic to conform to us, so we grew lazy over time. A logic puzzle could go unsolved by at least ninety percent of the magical world. Sadly I'm included into that number."
Hermione nodded and began walking up and down the table muttering the riddle over and over, placing her fingers on each of the bottle in turn. She looked grim when she picked up two of the bottles.
"If we only take a sip two of us can go ahead through the black flames –" Hermione said. Pansy shrugged and took the bigger bottle figuring it would take her back.
"I'll wait for Dumbledore in the key room, you two should go ahead. I would rather not face that man, double so if the Dark Lord is with him, I can be a more useful spy than a dead deserter, should he return."
Pamela and Hermione both took a sip of the black liquid and felt the cold sensation wash over them. Together they walked through the black flames and into the, oddly, well lit chamber. There standing in front of the Mirror of Erised was Quirrell looking frustrated.
Pamela was surprised to see the ornate mirror again and schooled her features and pictured the beautiful white skinned woman. Hermione hadn't had the privilege to see the mirror yet, because when Pamela wanted to take her it was already gone.
"Potter," he hadn't seen Hermione. Pamela motioned for her to stay behind the pillar.
"Prof. Death Eater," Pamela inclined her head. The man chuckled.
"Sadly I wasn't around when my lord rose to power the first time. You don't seem surprised to see me."
"I got over it." Pamela shrugged.
"Yes, indeed." Ropes encircled her hands and feet, tying them to a forming frame.
"Clever spreading my arms out," Pamela noted, "I'm not so sure about the feet though."
"Keep quiet Potter, I am examining this intriguing mirror."
"I came across it too, saw my family, what do you see? Your lord riding your ass like a pony?" Hermione's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, her friend was mocking him.
"Amusing I'm sure." Quirrell said then suddenly he looked up to the roof. Seconds later Pamela was in front of the mirror. "What do you see Potter?"
"I see a mirror." Pamela said sarcastically.
"In the mirror Potter!" Quirrell shouted.
"I see a girl bound in ropes looking at me." There was a crack of a whip. It impacted making Hermione winch. Pamela began to chuckle. "Seriously, now you're whipping me?" she was aware that her back was bleeding, but she didn't feel pain at that moment.
"What!" Quirrell shouted again. He kept whipping her making cleaving her back open and leaving her bleeding.
While Pamela was being whipped, Hermione felt something drop into her pocket, her friend's laughter at what could only be described as torture had her frozen in place. It was the cold disembodied voice that shook her out of her thoughts and made her hide in a hole near the door.
"Let me talk to the girl!" the voice said.
"My lord, you are not strong enough." Quirrell protested.
"I have strength enough – for this." Quirrell unrolled his turban revealing a face on the back of his head.
"A bold fashion statement." Pamela said spitting out a bit of blood.
"Same could be said – of you." Voldemort said looking into her eyes through the mirror.
"Not my style, I prefer a covered back, less breezy that way." Pamela stated.
"She doesn't have the stone kill her!" Voldemort shouted.
That was Pamela's cue. She shot thick thorns out of her wrists to cut the ropes. She reached for her wand and found that it was curled around her arm. No, rooted inside her arm was more accurate. Taking a chance she aimed her hand and spoke a jinx, it fired and connected with a shield. Quirrell then closed the gap and tried to strangle her. He recoiled in pain. Intrigued Pamela ran towards the man and jumped on his back, she grabbed hold of his face and watch with mild satisfaction how his skin boiled. She wasn't blind to her own pain either. She just needed to get rid of this man before he became a problem.
Before Pamela passed out from the pain, she knew two things. First Quirrell wouldn't be able to cause any one any more pain with his idiotic devotion to a dark lord. The second thing that she knew was that Hermione was a true friend that she never wanted to see cry over her again.
====PPSOS====
Pamela woke up later in a place that was way too bright with artificial to be good for anyone. She pushed herself up and scanned the room. She smiled when she noticed the person in the room with her.
"I hope you don't over water them." Pamela's voice was hoarse, but she didn't mind. She winched as the bushy haired bullet collided with her.
"Why did you do it?" Hermione asked after a while sobbing. "Taunting him like that, I mean."
"I'm used to pain, and by mocking him I kept his attention away from you." Pamela said giving the girl a one armed hug. "I care about you deeply, Hermione, you are my first friend."
They spend the rest of the day just talking about nothing in general, just enjoying the company. Hermione told her that Sprout came along to ask if they could change the name of Pamela's lily, since Blood Lily was taken. Hermione suggested that it be called a Bleeding Heart Lily. Pamela admitted that it suited the flower better.
====PPSOS====
That brings Book 1 in the Pamela Potter Series to an end. Thank you all for reading this book and look out for Book 2 Secrets Down Deep soon.
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