Harry Potter Aged Novels & Stories

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.

Hunter "So, how do you feel about the whole thing?" Harry asked. "I don't know," I said absentmindedly. "What do you mean you don't know? This is a big deal. You just found out you have an eighteen year old daughter. She could be taking over your company one day!" Harry mused.

I stare at Harry. “I can’t believe you still have this! I forgot it even existed.” I exclaim. tell him inn a combination of horror and awe. I remember that Harry and I wrote this contract when we were about eleven. He hadn’t hit puberty yet so it was before we started distancing ourselves, but some of the older guys had and they were pretty annoying. I begged him to stay nearby and run interference and offered the only skill I really had available. “See, you HAVE to tell me.” Harry insists. I raise an eyebrow.

Eventually, he became my friend as well. It wasn't easy to feel old. My movements were so limited! One morning, I stared at my old face in front of the mirror. I should be proud that I prolonged my life for seventy-two years. And it was a perfect time that I used my original spell, the spell that defies my mortality. If I were to go back to my younger age, I would choose 23. The spell is recorded in my spellbook when I enchant it, my eyes were closed, and after the enchantment, I opened my eyes again.

“I’m… not young. I’m… I mean, I’m just a farmer and a widower…” “Sweetheart,” Harry closed the door behind them. “I’m too old to admit to a precise number, but between you and me, I’ve got a few centuries on you, and I love animals. Now, let’s unwrap Harry’s present so that I can play with it.”

He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha. He took out his charmed mirror and placed it in front of him. The silver plated mirror showed him his own image; an old elf with a rather pale face with a greenish hue. The colour of his skin reflected his age. He was now 99 years old. This mirror was his portal to the past, and the only reminder of his cherished memories.

I let out after I had already cast a spell on her, but it just did nothing. "How old was Pryce when you thought of putting a spell on her, my dear cousin?" Sander asked, and I scratched the back of my head and answered, "Forty years old." "Oh, that's why! She is damn currently forty-eight years old, you dimwit! It would help if you thought that she was two thousand years old or older so you could get the result of making her look old would work. Try again." She babbled but got the idea that I needed, and I decided to try again. Two thousand years old, here we go.

I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened on its own Wow! Their door is hightech huh! I just went in and I saw an old man sitting in a chair with his hand on the table. He is old but his complexion does not have any wrinkles. He also sat up straight and his body still looked strong. He looks like the Dumbledore of Harry Potter! His hair is also white and he has a long mustache like dumbledore! Could it be that Dumbledore has a missing twin? Oh my god! I’m getting crazy!