Harry Potter Aged Novels & Stories

Harry said glaring at Daniel who sighed. "Harry do you remember you asked me about the scar on my shoulder?" Rose said turning her head towards Harry who nodded his head. "I got that scar when our school went on a trip. I got that scar after saving Daniel from fire." Harry's eyes widened slightly when he realized what year she was talking about. "You mean that trip when you were fucking 15. Are you kidding me?" Harry said and even Daniel's eyes widened hearing that Rose was only 15 when she saved Daniel. She looked away from Harry pursuing her lips.

"But people usually consider I'm weird, and it's rare for them to mean things as a compliment when they describe me. In the past, I wasn't that tough and didn't think being called Luna Lovegood was a good thing." William narrows his eyes. "You look like you're young, but you speak as if you might be older—may I know your age?" Smiling mysteriously, I shrug. "I guess I'm thirty or something? I don't keep count of the years anymore." There is a snort. "No way you're that old." I laugh. "Thirty isn't old, but you're right—I appear younger because I'm put under a curse. I won't age."

He had gone into the bar to drink and forget his sorrows, the bar attendant then , refused attending to him because he felt he was underaged to take alcohol. Harry looked quite little at the age of nineteen. He had felt embarrassed by the bar attendant and had to leave the place shamefully. He sworn to deal with the bar man when next he arrived the bar. It had been four years since his last visit to the bar, he decided on getting back with the bar man who embarrassed him , but was surprised not to meet him there.

Wearing his cute kindergarten uniform to his baby pictures, Alice was fully entertained. It was until she flips on the second last page is when she sees Harry at the family fountain. He looks like he was around 6 to 7 when a young girl his age was beside him. Standing and smiling, happy to be beside Harry seeing her eyes was on him the entire time. Caramel-brown hair, baggy but expensive-looking clothes, nerdy exterior... It didn’t take her long to realize that the feature of the girl is definitely... “Is this girl Emily? The one next to Harry? Do you know her?”

'' said Harry, hugging Anindira. ''Of course, Dad... Dad, I'm 30 years old, I'm not a teenager anymore,'' Anindira replied with a sweet face, assuring her father. ''Dira... Why do you think you've grown up?'' asked Harry, investigating calmly, watching every change in the facial expressions of his daughter. ''Because I am already an adult, Dad,'' answered Anindira plainly. ''What makes you think that?'' Harry asked again with a relaxed expression. He wanted Anindira to feel comfortable so she wouldn't feel she was being interrogated.

Harry takes up the space on my other side, his eyes roaming over me as he tries to figure out this invisible injury that I must have and I squeak out, “It’s happening.” “No, no, no,” He murmurs, shaking his head in the panic that I felt when I realized the truth and he says, “It’s not the right time. You’re not 18.” Archer looks up at Harry, confusion taking over his face as he asks, “What does her age have to do with anything?” I let out a long painful groan as I clench at my stomach, knowing the shift must happen soon. It has too, right? Harry looks panicked as his eyes move back and forth between us, not sure if he should protect my secret or reveal the truth to Archer.

An utter loser who feels scared to even groan loudly in her bedroom, let alone reveal my true feelings to my best friend from childhood. Notifications began to flood on my phone with messages from my friends and I felt slightly better. At least the party in the evening with my friends would be good, even though I had no idea where we were going. This year my friends were organising a surprise birthday/farewell party for me, as I am flying off in a week's time to Sydney, to do my Degree in IT. My phone beeped again, and this time it was various memes of Harry Potter, because all my friends knew what a diehard Potterhead I was. At least Harry had it easy, he didn't have to suffer for three yea

Harry replied calmly. The other warrior put an arm around Harry's neck and shook his red hair. "Ah, it annoys me that you're still too young legally to drink!" Harry shrugged and smiled through his teeth: "Technically, Old Al won't say anything. As far as he's concerned, as long as you manage to turn into a wolf, you're an adult. It's just a promise I made to Alpha Wayne, and I promised him that I would live as a teen for as long as possible until I came of age." Harry immediately fell silent. He had said too much.

At barely this age, he was already showing signs of being a werewolf which was a transformation that usually happens after the eighteenth birthday. The only thing they were supposed to have was the advanced sense of smell until they were eighteen. Tears stung my eyes at his struggle but I held it in. I pulled him closer, trying to shield him from the world’s cruelty. “It’s because you’re special…” I began, wanting to boost his confidence. “You say that all the time!” Harry replied, sounding both frustrated and stubborn. I smiled gently and pulled him onto my lap. “Because it’s the truth. Anyone who calls you a monster is just jealous of your ability. You’re a werewolf, and what you’re experi

I shot her a glare. "Really, I spent nine years of my life ingesting one of your wretched potions and this is what you say to me?!" She shrugged. "When did the second potion come into play?" I prompted. "After nine years, your father found a suitable mate for you, Harry. I placed the attraction spell on him and your father gave you a mixture of an attraction and suppression potion for six months until you turned 18 and Harry magically walked into the picture. You made eye contact and boom!!! You two fell in love, marked each other and were supposed to live happily ever after, but well… you know what happened."