Harry Potter Aged Novels & Stories

I hope not. “Well, I certainly know where to find witches… but there aren’t any werewolves around this part of town… am I right?” She smiled at me. She’s playing tricks with you Hermione. Don’t listen! I did not answer her. My silence meant a lot of things, but I was going to leave it to her to figure it out. She stared at me for a minute then walked to where I was seated. She squatted right before me and it was then that I could see that she did not age pass late 40s early 50s. this lady was supposed to look very old but no.

"How old are you?" Henry chuckled. He knew it was only a matter of time before she asked him that. He drew her close and faced her so he could see her expression. "A hundred and seventy five." Aurora's eyes widened so much that it seemed they would pop out of their sockets. "Years old?" She exclaimed. "That... that would make you... a hundred and fifty seven years older than me." Henry wasn't expecting that and he burst out in laughter. "Oh my love, you're absolutely amusing."

Watching him huddle up and focus on the screen reminded me that he was just eighteen years old, prompting me to remember my original plan for him to enjoy his youth. "What's your next plan?" I asked. "Well... Plans have changed, nothing scheduled. Any suggestions?" Harry replied. "I do have one, just not sure if you'll be okay with it." I opened the nearby travel guide and found the place I had in mind, pointing it out to him. "I love it.” Harry exclaimed. "Really into third-wheeling, huh?" I teased. "Never thought a third wheel could also be a pack mule? And I am..." "Different status, right, big bro?" I interrupted playfully.

He had met his high school friends and basketball teammates and hanged out in the bar from time to time. Although he was just sixteen, his former classmates were older than him for four years. So, the guards in the bar thought he had the same age as him since they showed the same IDs. "This is one of the advantages of being genius. You can go to the bar without telling your real age, right Vince?" Harry chuckled as he placed his hand on Vince's shoulder. "Not just that, I can drink brandy either!" he sneered. They were inside a private room. While the waiters were putting down their orders, Rupert, asked about something.

“You can take your hand back. You want to ask me anything?" "How old are you?" Duncan Hiddleston lifted his shirt and wiped the puddle of saliva and blood from his hands. “Just wanted to ask this.” She turned her scornful eyes on Duncan Hiddleston. “I have a lot of time to ask you questions, but not a lot of time to wait for your answers.” "I'm 15 this year. Not 17 or 20. My age can't remember clearly anymore." She stammered in response. “What are the responsibilities of the people here?”

he asked. Caught unawares by Mark’s question, Harry looked awkward and quickly cleared his throat. “A bit.” Mark’s lips were upturned. He chuckled, as if he was in a good mood. Seeing Mark’s rare expression, Harry chuckled and seized this opportunity. “How old is she, Mr. Valentine?” Mark picked up his coffee from the table and took a sip, while his slender fingers casually flipped through documents. “Three years and five months old.” “She is one year younger than mine.” Harry smiled.

Picked up his library card and went to the librarian. "Ahh, Harry? You want to borrow another book?" Greeted Lis, a girl aged 25 years and 2 years older than Harry immediately stood up as she looked at Harry who was walking towards her. It was no secret that the librarian liked Harry so much, that even Harry himself was confused about how the girl knew him. Harry was uncomfortable dealing with him but forsake of Kirey. Harry was willing to face Lis for the books that Kirey had borrowed. The reason he came to this library was also to be able to lend Kirey a lot of books.

"Yes Ms. Bell, I'm really 1010 years old. I was born on the 31st day of October of the year 982. And no, I'm not immortal. Very few beings can be said to be truly immortal in this world, and I'm not one of them. What I am is ageless. Meaning that I don't age. More specifically, my body will not age beyond its peak form. And that's why I am 1010 years old and look no older than 25. Good question, one that I always receive. Next one, Friar Tuck, if you please?" The students from Hufflepuff put their hands up. And Fat Friar, with his ever jolly persona, floated a little above the Hufflepuff's table and pointed to a student, choosing him for the next question. "Mr. Diggory." "Yes! Cedric Diggory

And now, Ralph was saying that she was brought to meet him. "You must be Isabella." A smile was turned to the confused lady. "Nice to meet you." "Where is Albus?" Isabella blurted out and looked around the space she was in. She didn't expect the reply that came. "I am Albus." A gasp escaped the shocked lady. It was followed by a chuckle from the wizard. Albus looked... 35. Isabella could not give the wizard anything above that age. The wizard's hair was completely white and silky, captured with a string and styled into a ponytail that touched his lower back. His dark eyes looked vibrant, young, energetic. One could even mistake him for 29 and wouldn't be wrong.

" Alvian, who was too angry, immediately left the meeting room. Leaving those who were silent and nothing to stop him from leaving. "My meeting continues, what do you all think?" "To be honest, I completely agree with that young man Damian's opinion. In the past, I also had the view of always wanting to destroy the enemy when they needed help. And when I did that, I lost. But when I stretched out my hand to them, we were no longer enemies. . Not being a rival, but I got them. I won in that state!" Harry, the oldest of them. 70 years and still looks very fresh to this day. The middle-aged man looked at the only young girl in their meeting room this time. And it gave Harry a new spirit, before