Harry Potter Aging Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I shot her a glare. "Really, I spent nine years of my life ingesting one of your wretched potions and this is what you say to me?!" She shrugged. "When did the second potion come into play?" I prompted. "After nine years, your father found a suitable mate for you, Harry. I placed the attraction spell on him and your father gave you a mixture of an attraction and suppression potion for six months until you turned 18 and Harry magically walked into the picture. You made eye contact and boom!!! You two fell in love, marked each other and were supposed to live happily ever after, but well… you know what happened."

Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

His shoulders slumped, his steps were slow and labored, and his eyes held a weariness that spoke of the immense power he had just expended. The wizard's long, flowing robe, once vibrant and adorned with intricate patterns, now hung loosely on his frame, its colors faded and dulled. Wisps of gray hair peeked out from under his tall, pointed hat, which sat crookedly atop his head. His hands, which had once commanded great magic, trembled slightly as he reached up to adjust his glasses. Lines etched deep into his weathered face, revealing the weight of countless years spent in pursuit of arcane knowledge. His eyes, once sparkling with wisdom and vitality, now appeared dull and distant. The wear

She looks older. Six months without dark magic and the aging has caught up fast, the way it always does when something artificial has been holding it back and suddenly isn't. She looks sixty now instead of the ageless fifty she presented at trial. Her hair has more grey in it. The lines around her eyes are deeper. But her eyes are the same. That particular quality of intelligence that doesn't age because it was never dependent on the body carrying it. "Elder Whitmore." She nods at the chair across from her. "Thank you for coming."

He had never seen the old wizard as serious as he was now. “Yvayn…I am not,” he was hesitant, “Who you think I am. I am a wizard and your friend, but you have no knowledge of my past.” The young prince looked at the wizard with a questioning face. The elderly wizard got up and began to pace the floor in front of the young prince. “I am sure you have heard rumors that I am old. Well, for the most part they are correct. In fact, I am…let me see…” He pretended to count on his fingers. “Oh, it doesn’t really matter.” He stopped pretending to count. “Truth be told, age doesn’t matter and is overrated but I am older than anyone else in Menia. And I knew your grandfather, his father, and his father

“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.”

Hazel had the opportunity to take a look around the sitting room before Kai came back with the warlock. "Hazel... Nice to meet you." Hazel whose hands were fondling the miniature wolf statue on the center table spun around. Abe was exactly how she had pictured him. Elderly. Quiet. Very handsome. She nodded in satisfaction at his neatly tied white hair. His age did nothing to distort his features in any way. It seemed living amid wolves had given him their never-aging genes. Hazel smiled at the thought. Wizards of this nature would definitely have potions and spells they use to reduce the effect of their age on them.

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.”