Do I Wave My Wand Like This? (HP Fanfic)

Chapter 4 - I'm the New Pawn in the Game

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"Fire!" No fireballs came out of her hand. "Blizzard!" No ice. "Thunder?" Nope. Nadda. Maybe it was just a fluke. Magic can run through intent after all.

She sat down on the bed. The four of them haven't left the Hospital Wing because of the strict instruction of their House Head to stay put. After her miracle healing, Madam Pomfrey had me demonstrate the 'magic' on a cat for Professor McGonagall to see. The Deputy stormed off immediately telling us to remain here in the healing ward after the successful demonstration.

"Why didn't anything happen? It was working when you were healing us." Hermione curiously wondered. "Heal! It doesn't work for me either."

"Ah well, there is-"

"Miss Stephens." Oh, Merlin.

"Headmaster Dumbledore." The purple-clad headmaster strides in with the deputy in tow. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Louise stood up and greeted the arriving professors.

"Madam Pomfrey, do you still have any injured guests? We may need another volunteer."

"There's another injured pet at the back. I'll bring it here Professor McGonagall."

"Hello, students. I heard you were in quite of an adventure this evening." The old man's glass-covered eyes gazed upon each of them. "And the news is, Miss Stephens here cast a very peculiar spell."

"Here Professors." Another injured cat. Its leg bent in an awkward angle.

"Will you please, Miss Stephens?" Nodding at the Headmasters request, she held out her hands above the cat.

"Heal!" Sparkles rained down the animal. Its injuries fading out and the twisted leg warped until it returned to its original, uninjured state. She sighs feeling tired. "I think healing needs stamina too. I feel tired for no reason."

"I am sorry for making you do this but... this magic of yours is the first of its kind." Well, that was enlightening. Rare magic, one of a kind, in the middle of a story where war is brewing. Great. "What were you discussing before you thought of casting this 'Heal'."

"Well after we met the troll I thought about a muggle game I was playing. An adventure type game where you defeat monsters with swords and magic. So I thought it would be great if can cast spells with only one word and no wand-waving. Since we were injured, I jokingly cast 'Heal'. And.. here we are. Talking."

"Where there any other spells in that game, Miss Stephens?"

"There is. I tried to cast it earlier but it didn't work. Also, Hermione attempted to cast 'Heal' but nothing came out of it." Ah, that might be it. She visibly nodded at her own conclusion. "I might know why but it's just a theory."

"Go on."

"In the games, a character can be limited by their jobs. Meaning, if their job is a 'Healer' they can only cast healing types of magic. They are called White Mages. Earlier, I aimed to cast Black Magic spells so my type must be a White Mage."

"Black Magic?" Professor Dumbledore darkens at this, clearly alarmed. "Like Dark Magic?"

"No, not at all. Black Magic is like... Ummm... Ah! Elemental Magic! It focuses on casting elements like fire, ice, lightning, etcetera. I can't give more information since it seems I'm a White Mage that can only cast White Magic." Keep on gathering attention, will you? She still doesn't know the cons of having this type of magic what more if she has other kinds of magic.