Harry Potter Aged Novels & Stories

Harry said unfortunately. As he said this he recollected the past… Whenever he was only 9 years of age, he was accustomed to drawing, he generally drew after class. Whenever he came to their home he saw his granddad in the nursery, he quickly moved toward him and he showed it to his granddad. "Granddad, you look what I did! Harry said, running and giving the paper he was conveying to his Grandfather. "Look." And he took the paper he was giving out.

she said. “What?” he asked, struggling to contain the roar inside him. “I’m only twenty-one, but you’re what? Fifty or something. You’re old.” He glared at her, angry at her words. Her hands shook as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Yes, he was nearing over fifty in age, but he looked no older than thirty. Werewolves and most of the sectors in the paranormal community aged slowly when they grew into their powers or ability. Witches were known for being thousands of years old but not looking a day over twenty-five.

His eyes remained as domineering as the tales I had heard about him. But there was no tale that talked about his looks. If I remembered it right, he was more than a hundred years old now. Werewolves and Vampires had stopped aging at forty. And I thought that like my parents, he would at least look the part. But he looked younger as if he was only in his late twenties which proved once again of how extraordinary he was.

I asked, confused. "What's going on? We've been looking for guys since last night. We were all so worried. No calls, no text messages. You promised you'd call. Thank God, you guys are alright." Harry was now awake but surprised by the unwelcome guest. My mom and Harry's walk inside the room looking at us as if we were their missing babies. Ugh, I don't like that look. "We were so worried." Harry's mom hugs him tightly. "Mom, I'm twenty five not five. You don't need to be worried. I'm not a child." He shrugs his arms, feeling uncomfortable.

She imagined being with Harry who was not yet four years old. "Mommy why are you daydreaming again? '

I stood up immediately. - He wants to talk to you too. I walked hurriedly into the room to find David with a quiet smile on his lips. - What did you two talk about? - I asked when I saw Damien closing the door and standing next to me. - Man talk. - He replied and continued to smile. I smiled back, feeling silly. - You're still a boy, David Souza. - Many boys have already become kings at my age. Harry Potter faced serious drama at the age of fourteen in Goblet of Fire.

I spoke in my defense but I was still smiling. "She's mad at you. She looked like she might cry anytime and you're laughing?" Harry said with a frown. "Aww are you mad too?" I laughed on his face and his mouth opened wide in disbelief. "You're unbelievable." He said and rolled his eyes. Harry was almost my sister's age but still a bit younger than all of us. He was 19 while me, Calvin and Mia were 25. He was too young to be in a group of hunters and to be exposed to such amount of dangers. But the amount of skills and intelligence that this young man had was irreplaceable.

Me and Mayari’s eighteenth birthday. Eighteen was the age when witches and wizards entered immortality. Before a witch or wizard turned eighteen, they were as vulnerable as any human. They may die of disease or a serious accident. But even if they become immortal, they will continue to age, until their body reaches its full maturity. And then the aging process will stop. Their body will forever remain in that state. Forever young, never aging. But that's not all, once a witch becomes eighteen, her magic will reach its full potential. And that's what scares me the most.

Well, I’m meant to be going for a drink with Harry tonight, but maybe you and Alexander would like to come along? Aww, that was such a sweet suggestion! I typed out my reply, smiling, the idea of a double date sounded nice but... Would that be something Alexander would want to do or is that too ‘’High School’’ for him? I mean.. He was 49... Harry and Sarah are both in their mid 30’s…and I was younger than that, would he feel weird going on a double date with people so much younger when the girl he’s dating is.. Well… nearly half his age?

I said suddenly. “Go ahead,” he replied, calmly serving food onto my plate. “Would you date an older woman?” I asked. “Like eight to ten years difference.” He paused, then smirked. Harry had this way of looking at people, slightly lowering his eyes, studying them like he could see past whatever they were trying to hide. It made me uneasy. Not in a bad way. But not entirely comfortable either. “I don’t really think age matters,” he said. “But if I’m being honest, most men care. They want someone younger. Someone easier to show off without question.”