Harry Potter Aging Novels & Stories

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.

Harry said irritably, "We're obviously the ones who saw it first! Shouldn't everything be on a first-come, first-served basis?" "Whose kid is this? If I like it, then it's mine!" the woman snapped. Harry might have handsome features, but the childishness he portrayed made it obvious that he was only around 18 years old. The rich woman was already 45 years old this year. If she were any younger, she might just be attracted to Harry's type. It was a shame that only men in their 20s knew how to please others! This was why Harry was spared from the traumatic ordeal of being harassed by this older woman.

Lamech and Heremuah explained to me how they met Fire. “I am not very old but just a hundred and fifty years old," Heremuah began and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't surprised. “A hundred and fifty? Dude, you don't look a day above forty. And I am sure that if you were to shave your beard, you would look even younger,” I told him and it was the truth. "It's the power of magic. Every witch or wizard comes to an age where they stop growing. Like vampires, when our years stop, we don't grow old anymore.

I stood up immediately. - He wants to talk to you too. I walked hurriedly into the room to find David with a quiet smile on his lips. - What did you two talk about? - I asked when I saw Damien closing the door and standing next to me. - Man talk. - He replied and continued to smile. I smiled back, feeling silly. - You're still a boy, David Souza. - Many boys have already become kings at my age. Harry Potter faced serious drama at the age of fourteen in Goblet of Fire.

Liza said, clearly impressed. “A thousand years? How old are you?” Edgar asked. “I’m one thousand three hundred and forty five years old, and my mate is one thousand two hundred and sixty six years old,” Hogan replied. “You both don’t look a day over thirty!” Pixie exclaimed. “We can choose to slow our aging at a certain appearance, and I chose twenty eight, while my mate chose thirty,” Liza smiled. “What’s a mate?” I asked.

I wanted to age and die peacefully, I'm happy they didn't force me. “I'm really sorry for not turning into a vampire, I wouldn't have aged. I wouldn't have been old and haggard like this, Owen. I'm so sorry, I'm going to leave you soon." I say looking at him. I love my mates so much and the thought of leaving them hurts me deeply and my children too. They also stopped aging moment they hit eighteen. They are almost seventy now but they look the same as they were when they were eighteen. I'm glad atleast my mates won't be completely alone, a part of me through my children will always be with them.

Granny Atherton took a napkin and gracefully wiped the red wine stains on the corner of her mouth, then stared at Draco coldly. "Your grandson is turning twenty-eight this year, right?" Draco nodded excitedly as Granny Atherton was willing to speak to him. "Yes, he's about the same age as Edwin." However, Granny Atherton's next sentence instantly shattered Draco's mood.

He says. "We have a college for witches too.." I tell him "Yeah I know but I'm just tired of being around witches all the time. It's all I've ever known. It'll be fun to explore the human world a bit, no?" "That sounds nice, but it's pretty risky for us as witches. Remember we stop aging after 20?" I state the obvious. "That's never really been an issue. I can just use the amnesia spell." He explains. "oh right, I forgot about that." I say with laugh.

I said wondering when or what I have done to have soiled my reputation here. "You know just like the way lord voldermort marked Harry potter and he was taken to his uncle place when he was still a child but was still the talk of the town in his real realm and was later introduce to his real realm when he was of age". I look at him in confusion, how does harry potter relate with my reputation been soiled.

And before we could register what was happening, the ground opened and we were both in a hole. Ok, I must admit, I was not expecting that. Although the hole was not so deep, it probably measures about five to six feet. “Do you remember me now,” he asked looking down at us from where he stood. But, before we had the chance of answering, the old man's wrinkles started fading away. His long grey hair was turning black and shrinking in length. And his once wrinkled body had smoothed out, and before us was none other than our very own Harry.