Harry Potter Aged Novels & Stories

Ava explained everything with her cute little voice, looking down in sadness that he might not talk to her after hearing that she is a little girl, "What is your age, Ava?" Harry asked in curiousness, "I... I am 5... but I will be a bigger girl soon and you don't have to worry about that" Ava said, trying her best not to make Harry dislike him. Harry started to laugh seeing her cute expression and said "You are so cute! and don't worry, I won't stop talking to you because of that! but how about just call me Harry and don't use anything in front of it".

“But we’ll have someone else go undercover, or my son will never let us hear the end of it.” I can only nod to that because he’s not wrong on that. As the meeting breaks up, I catch sight of movement through the window, and my attention shifts completely. In the training yard below, Harry, who is now seven and sprouting up like a weed, is sparring with a retired Dylan and three other pack warriors. His movements are confident and he’s no longer the scared little boy who used to have shifting episodes. "Look at him," I murmur, watching Harry duck under Dylan’s swing and counter with a move that would make Wolfgang proud.

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

Sashay was surprised. “I have always waited by your side until you finished eating. I will do the same today,” Sashay replied. “Don’t worry, I have Bianca…” Harry insisted. “I have been worried about you lately, you know. Your hair has been growing so gray.” “I am in my seventies. It is normal,” Sashay told Harry. “I will leave if you want me to.”

"But it seems Percy was a bit careless while wiping away the traces of his Alpha. Ryker Wraithe's remains ended up in a college student's notes. "Wait a minute," Spencer blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief. "Even nine hundred years ago, this wizard was ninety-nine years old, and he's still...that old?" His eyes darted toward Aran, his question reflecting everyone’s confusion. "And you—you look like you're in your early thirties, just like Silas, but you know everything from nine hundred years ago. What's going on?"

Reluctantly I stopped my hot tongues exploration of his sweet tasting mouth and moved slightly away allowing me to completely liberate him of his T-shirt and allow my captured dress to finally fall to my feet. He now bent his head down to me his hungry mouth seeking mine and finding it he pushed his tongue in deep and I sucked on it, my cunt now awash with fresh cunt fluids trickling down my leg, I almost laughed at the feel, one of Harry’s little jokes, when ever I reprimanded him on looking at a younger woman was that he just liked looking at younger woman but much preferred an older bird, as he was a firm believer that the older the hen the juicier the bird, going by the amount that had b

Heat crawled up to my face "Okay, I...I won't drink much tonight" He rose a disbelieving brow. I tried again "I'm not gonna get drunk, alright?" He examined me "I'm still not allowing you to drink" "Just a glass?" "No. Geez, Diane you're still a little girl!" My jaw dropped and I blinked. "I am eighteen, Harry. Eighteen" "Well, you're just starting to develop into adulthood" He pointed out and at this point, I really think my jaw is now hitting the floor hard "You're just a year older than I am, Harry" I stated to remind him.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

“Doxante magic!” I spread my hands in the air to showcase how deluded I was. “He has a special type of magic?” My mom seemed very confused and I laughed a bit. “Yes, mom. He is so good at what he does that they had to rename his magic after him.” “That is incredible. He must have achieved a lot over the years.” “Yeah, people say that he is forty years old but I strongly believe that he is in his late thirties.” “Why?” “Because of the timeline though.”

Kelly entered the hall with a foreign man at her side. The moment they stepped in, the crowd swarmed around them. "My goodness! Isn't that Harry Wells? The one they call Maestro Warner's rightful successor!" "Harry Wells? You mean the child prodigy who stunned the world at five years old?" "Ahhh! Harry Wells is my idol! He's only thirty-five and already at the pinnacle of his career. By the time he reaches Maestro Warner's age, his status will be untouchable!"