Gigantic

Powers

Sam's POV:

Using every ounce of my strength, I focused on my hand, directing all thought to it. Something began to happen and my hand felt like it was pulsing with some energy. My hand radiated a glow, my hand hurting. As I peered over, I saw a see-through aura around my hand. Just a little bit more, I thought, just a little more, and then you're free!

Hope's POV:

Sam's face was evident with hints of fury and pain. Suddenly, his fist began to grow, larger than the rest of his body, and then SLAM! And then CRACK!!! I watched in awe as the huge boulder cracked, a huge hole in the centre. Then, I watched as the rock split in five, those pieces then hitting the ground and breaking into smaller chunks.
"That was amazing!" I exclaimed, probably a bit to loudly. No reply. "Sam?" I asked. No reply. "Are you okay?!" Still no reply. Terrified, I looked over and saw his body lying limp on the ground, his fist bleeding out and his face contorted into a grimace from the pain. I checked his pulse. It was normal. I checked his airways. He was breathing.
"Please be okay..." I muttered, sitting down next to him, making sure he was okay.

Sam's POV:

Instantaneously, my eyes opened. It felt like only 1 second ago I had cracked the rock in to chunks. Then... I couldn't remember.
"Oh my God, I thought you weren't gonna wake up!" Hope exclaimed, a huge smile on her face. I could tell that she had been scared before, however.
"Wha... What happened to me?!" I asked, confused.
"I don't know," she replied. "You just passed out!"
"And you waited for me?"
"Of course I did. I wasn't gonna ditch you here! Or anywhere, for that matter!"
"Anyway, let's go!"

Clutching my right hand in pain, I walked along. The cave led out into a neighbouring town, where we would find accommodation in a hotel (in separate rooms, of course) with money we took from the orphanage. Mrs Johnson would only spend it on a better cane, expensive cigars and vintage wine anyway. First, we had to get there. Which, as it turned out, was a problem in itself.

Hope's POV:

Suddenly, there was a rumble, and stones, rocks and other bits and bobs started tumbling from the top of the cave.
"Cave in!" I yelled, charging along. But Sam couldn't keep up. "Hurry up!" I exclaimed.
"I can't!" Sam replied. "It isn't just my hand that hurt!" After taking another glance, I could see he was limping.
"Oh. Well, I've not mastered this yet but, it's all I got!"
Mumbling words that would have seemed like gibberish to non-magical folk (or muggles to you Potter fans) and holding my hands out, a purple ball appeared in my hands. Bright violet flames danced along the hovering spell in my two hands. Quickly, I began to blast any falling rocks that were anywhere near hurting us. I remembered my magic training. Well, I say training...

"And stay down there, worthless scum!" Mrs Johnson told me, cackling and laughing to herself. She locked the cellar door. One of the walls had a compartment, which I discovered whilst scratching at the walls for any escape routes (there weren't any). In there lay a lone book, labeled 'The guide, to witchcraft and wizardry, magic and sorcery and spells and cantrips of all kinds.' in my 4 days, I learned 4 helpful cantrips, 2 of which I knee off by heart.

With my last power, I sent off a cantrip I wasn't quite sure of. A red, sparkling orb flew towards Sam, absorbing into him. Suddenly, most of his wounds closed up. Not perfect, but it'd do for now. The blood evaporated and he began to run, revitalised and partly healed.
"Thanks!" He yelled to me as we ran. Eventually, we escaped the large cave and into the town ahead of us.