Harry Potter Aging Novels & Stories

They said it was fraught with consequences. Tristan gritted his teeth in annoyance and turned to a tall, thin man standing behind him. Although there is a popular belief among people that vampires do not age - by the way, they really do not age, since Tristan himself looked like a young man for more than thirty years - this vampire seemed to be a man in years. At this age, people already have wrinkles on the face, the body dries out, and gray strands are fixed in the hair. The elder looked about forty-five or fifty years old, but his real age was much older. Until now, there have been disputes - whether he was turned at such a late age, or whether the vampire is aging from excessive use of t

Wearing his cute kindergarten uniform to his baby pictures, Alice was fully entertained. It was until she flips on the second last page is when she sees Harry at the family fountain. He looks like he was around 6 to 7 when a young girl his age was beside him. Standing and smiling, happy to be beside Harry seeing her eyes was on him the entire time. Caramel-brown hair, baggy but expensive-looking clothes, nerdy exterior... It didn’t take her long to realize that the feature of the girl is definitely... “Is this girl Emily? The one next to Harry? Do you know her?”

His fingers remained slack, unresponsive. The gown they’d dressed him in was too big for his thin frame, hanging off him like a shroud, like a ghost of the vibrant boy he once was. His hair, usually so full of life, lay limp over his forehead, hiding the faint, crescent-shaped scar he got when he fell off his bike at seven, trying to impress me with a wheelie. I used to tease him about it endlessly, calling him “Harry Potter” and kissing the little mark like it would somehow protect him from all future harm. Now, I’d give anything, everything, to hear him laugh again, to see that mischievous glint in his soft brown eyes that always made my heart swell with pride and love.

"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?"

And if one reached it at twelve, then it would remain the same until twenty-four, and only if that person's rank wouldn't increase more because otherwise, the aging slowed even more. That was why in the world, seeing a youngster wasn't equal to seeing a real youngster. Some fearsome experts looked like teenagers, and they were usually the ones with more potential. The Warrior Path also slowed the aging, but in the first ranks, the rate was vastly inferior to the decrease of the Magus Path. Swordmad and the academy's old man looked old because they were truly ancient and had lived enough to age even with extremely long lifespans. Furthermore, increasing the power became more difficult, the mo

If Charlene won’t shift on her eighteenth birthday— then this is not some ordinary delayed transformation; there could be something that is wrong with her. Due to this reason, many werewolves of the same age and older made fun of her. Even younger ones who shifted earlier than Charlene. “You know what this is about, Harry. Don’t play dumb, and don’t look at me that way. I’m telling you, I’m just a late bloomer,” Harry can only ask the Moon Goddess to really let Charlene’s wishes come true.

He had gone into the bar to drink and forget his sorrows, the bar attendant then , refused attending to him because he felt he was underaged to take alcohol. Harry looked quite little at the age of nineteen. He had felt embarrassed by the bar attendant and had to leave the place shamefully. He sworn to deal with the bar man when next he arrived the bar. It had been four years since his last visit to the bar, he decided on getting back with the bar man who embarrassed him , but was surprised not to meet him there.

Harvey said. Castiel shook his head. “You’re mistaken, Sir York. She said that she’s older. If that’s the case, then she’s seventy-five…” Harvey froze, then burst out laughing. “There’s no way she could maintain that appearance at seventy-five, right? She…” Harvey stopped talking, deep in thought. ‘Evermore… Evermore!’ The name kept echoing in Harvey’s mind. Maybe Evermore did find out something resembling everlasting life. He took a deep breath.

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.

"She has been nothing but a blessing to these orphans. What could be the issue? Old age perhaps?" "Nah." He straightened up, fixing upon me a straight face. "You seem to forget that werewolves are barely affected by aging but that doesn't mean we do not grow old. It means what affects other species during their aging doesn't affect us." "So in other words, this might be some sort of spell? Or a curse upon her?" I needed to know what he was driving at. He shrugged. "It only makes sense that it is. Alright, think about it this way; she's more than eight centuries old--"