Harry Potter Aged Novels & Stories

She followed Harry with her gaze as he sat on the couch, between them was a small glass table. “Today is my birthday,” Harry started, his voice soft and gentle. Margot almost laughed at his statement. She suddenly regretted giving him another chance to speak. “I know. You’re not getting any younger. How old are you today? Oh, you’re thirty. An adult, but still acting like a clueless guy who thinks he can have several women in his bed even after getting married,” she commented and laughed dryly, crossing her legs and folding her arms on her chest.

pressured by the fact that she was so young; maybe she'd see him as an old man and wouldn't want to continue. What had Harry meant about being less himself? He didn't see anything wrong with how he was. He was a successful man with well-educated children and was highly respected in his social circle. His image was impeccable, serious, and admired by many. He was in a good position and was an excellent catch for any woman. Harry was very wrong... right?

The door opened, and Harry entered. He moved like liquid, a tall, lean man in fitted black trousers and a simple white shirt rolled to his elbows. Dark hair swept back from a sharp brow, his eyes the color of storm clouds. He was older than she expected, maybe mid-forties, with the kind of presence that immediately claimed the room’s oxygen. “Eva?” His voice was a low baritone, smooth as aged whiskey. She nodded, suddenly aware of every pulse point in her body. “I’m Harry. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Lucy grabbed Jessie's hand and shook it desperately. Jessie looked at her, speechless. "I'd need his consent too, you know. If he's not interested, I can't force him." "So you do know someone, right?" Lucy immediately asked. Harry was good-looking too, but what's the use? He had an even more mysterious personality. Jessie doubted he'd like a girl with Lucy's temperament. Besides, their age difference was too big. One was eighteen, and the other was nineteen. Harry was six or seven years older than them.

He mutters, scanning thoroughly through the device for my bio-data. “Woops. Finally. Hermione Circe Crofus?” The man calls as my picture pops up on the device' screen. “Yes sir.” I say calming my breath. For a moment I thought my profile wouldn't be seen... “You do not fit in the criteria for the king's banquet.” He tells me impassively “I do not fit in? What's that supposed to mean?” I laugh nervously “It says here that you are thirteen years old.” The man answers “Thirteen years old?! That's not possible... I am sixteen years old, not thirteen!” I exclaim.

Hazel had the opportunity to take a look around the sitting room before Kai came back with the warlock. "Hazel... Nice to meet you." Hazel whose hands were fondling the miniature wolf statue on the center table spun around. Abe was exactly how she had pictured him. Elderly. Quiet. Very handsome. She nodded in satisfaction at his neatly tied white hair. His age did nothing to distort his features in any way. It seemed living amid wolves had given him their never-aging genes. Hazel smiled at the thought. Wizards of this nature would definitely have potions and spells they use to reduce the effect of their age on them.

I hear him releasing a deep exhalation and withdrawing, leaving the disinfectant cotton on the table and turning towards me again. "My name is Harry, I'm 24 years old, I just moved in. . . " He pauses a little and it's until then that I dare to look at him "I like to play the guitar, there it is stored" He points to the black case that is reloaded on the dining table "sometimes I sing" he smiles and pauses again, frowning his eyebrows thinking and sighs "It's hard to talk about myself I don't know what to say anymore. I guess that's enough, I'm not a complete stranger anymore, am I?

Height-19 cm. 9. Professor Hyle- A 70 years old professor in Witchward Wizard School of Magical Arts. Strict and noble personality. 10. Headmaster Dunston- A 150 years old powerful Wizard, headmaster of WWS. Known to be the key to many secrets of the Witchland. 11. Lady Georgia- A 55 years old dead evil soul. Negative energy and powerful Witch. Secrets to be revealed later about her birth. 13. Jennifer Lenin- A 19 years old beautiful girl. Duchess of WitchWorld, Daughter of Professor Stagrid, who was one of the main authorities of WWS. Stubborn and mean personality. Long brown hair, with brunette eyes. Height- 164 cm.

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.

He is respected by humans and werewolves. "Is he always so serious?" "Yes. From the first time, I met him. He's been like that." Harry replied laughing, he drove his car casually. "Why does he want me? He should be married by now. Given by his age." "Do you know his age?" Jasmine shook her head, then laughed, "Someone said he was twenty-eight, then I just heard someone said that Alpha is forty years old." "Forty years? Haaa... Ha ... Rubbish talk. Alpha can't even be thirty years old. Maybe twenty-eight would be more correct."