Harry Potter Aging Novels & Stories

He was using a cane, his hair was totally white and thinning on top, and he had so many wrinkles, even a turkey neck. Santos laughed inside my head, ‘you’re mean.’ “Don’t be so fucking loud then. You can mindlink, so if you don’t want anyone to hear you, just say it inside your fucking head like the rest of us. They took your legs, not your brain, stupid.” Cyrus said, lessening my guilt for mentioning his turkey neck. I growled at Cyrus, but my growl didn’t even impress the old guy anymore. “But what about Harry Potter reminds you of our conversation?” Lily asked.

old Master Gerald said, but his face was full of smiles; the happiness in his eyes couldn't be concealed. “If you are worried about your wrinkles, they are barely visible. If grandfather drinks these herbal tonics and takes the supplements regularly, you would be looking so young in no time, and people might even think you're Morgan's twin.” I said and saw the old man frown at my words and then turn to look at me gently. “That stubborn grandson of mine, is he still giving you a hard time? He is so old but doesn't want to get married.” He sighed and patted the back of my hand affectionately.

"When did you stop aging? I've heard pureblooded vampires are born as humans, and then they randomly stop aging at some point in their life; remarkable how some never make it to adulthood," I grimace. "Among our kind, it's tragic when that happens; staying a child forever is more of a curse than a blessing," Azrael nods. "I can understand that," He then inhales and focuses his eyes on me. "And when did you stop aging?" "I was eighteen, even if I might not look like it," I laugh despite the conflicting pain within me; I always hoped to make it until I was a tad bit older. "My grandmother put a spell on me that lets my mind continue to mature, though, so I'm not entirely stuck at eighteen,"

He started. He didn’t look much older than me but then again ages were deceiving for werewolves. Our increased healing stopped the ageing process, sometimes our hair would go grey due to stress but it didn’t normally stay like that for long. He could easily be over one hundred years old and I wouldn’t be able to tell. “At one stage I thought your mom was going to be my chosen mate but things didn’t work out between us.” He sounded a little sad. “What happened?” I asked. Arthur smiled at me, liking that I was taking an interest in his life.

Perhaps he was a few hundred years old. Maybe even the other elders would know him. Herwig immediately asked, "Who are you, Elder? How can you be so powerful?" "Elder?" Henry was startled. Anna was stunned for a moment, too, but soon guessed a possibility. Herwig must have thought that Harry was old but looked young. Herwig saw how surprised Henry was. He said, "You're not that young, are you?" Everyone understood when he said that. Kurt was still muttering secretly earlier. At that moment, he finally understood why the other party looked so young but had terrifying skills.

He's only about seven years older than me, but he shows it more than I thought he would. We all age normally until we turn eighteen, then the aging process slows down similar to vampires and fairies. Aunt Rhi's magic stops working when you leave the pack, and you start to age as you normally would. The neat part is that if a member was actually sixty when they left, but looked forty, they age as if they were forty. Zeke, however, looks like the outside world took years off his life. "Falco! Get up here! NOW!" my mom's voice almost pierced my eardrums from inside my head, making me realize I had completely forgotten where I needed to be.

Halvir was even older than Harry, especially Aefar, who was over a century old. Harry and Fanny, this time, are flabbergasted. In contrast to hearing the story from Anindira, they wanted to laugh at themselves now, but they were also wary of Halvir and Aefar. Previously, they were stuck with the youthful look of the two handsome men before their appearance. They had to be more careful.

“Doxante magic!” I spread my hands in the air to showcase how deluded I was. “He has a special type of magic?” My mom seemed very confused and I laughed a bit. “Yes, mom. He is so good at what he does that they had to rename his magic after him.” “That is incredible. He must have achieved a lot over the years.” “Yeah, people say that he is forty years old but I strongly believe that he is in his late thirties.” “Why?” “Because of the timeline though.”

That will be changed now, and he could even turn out to be the most hateful and vicious person we’ve ever known. Of course, Jenna swears that won’t happen, that she made sure Harry would remain as he once did. But how on earth are any of us supposed to believe that? I don’t care what the doctors are saying; they can’t predict the future. My grandfather has foresight, but he sees nothing out of the ordinary when it comes to Harry. But that means nothing to me. It’s been two days, and Harry seems to be just as he was before he died. But that doesn’t mean anything either. The changes in his behaviour may not arise until he’s much older.

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.