Harry Potter Aged Novels & Stories

“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

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".

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.

“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.