Harry Potter Aging Novels & Stories

Me and Mayari’s eighteenth birthday. Eighteen was the age when witches and wizards entered immortality. Before a witch or wizard turned eighteen, they were as vulnerable as any human. They may die of disease or a serious accident. But even if they become immortal, they will continue to age, until their body reaches its full maturity. And then the aging process will stop. Their body will forever remain in that state. Forever young, never aging. But that's not all, once a witch becomes eighteen, her magic will reach its full potential. And that's what scares me the most.

He will have to find his mate before he could close his eyes peacefully. His physical age increases one year every ten years as a result of the potion he drank. So, despite being 100 years old, he looks twenty-six. His heart was clenched, and he was lonely. At the moment, all he wanted was to have someone close to him, who could console him and make him feel alive. "Why, Moon Goddess?" This is the question he asks every night before going to bed only to get no answer in return. He used to think that he wouldn't need anyone once he conquered the world, but even after he did, he still felt lonely and broken every night because he hadn't found his mate.

“It's good to see you after a long time.” The bust frowned as she turned to look at Carla just in time for Carla to pull the spell of youth off her body. As soon as she took away the effects of the potion which she drank, the beautiful woman changed into an elderly woman, with silvery hair, age lines running around her face with a load of freckles splashed over her face which made her look almost burned. The bust widened its eyes as she looked at Carla and then said in a somewhat grinding voice, “It is you, old hag. Why are you summoning me out of the blue?”

"No need to worry. Whilst you were busy trying to get your ass killed by Harold, Hermes, teleported everyone already. Now it's only your sorry ass and me left and of course our good friend here." He says the last part pointing at Mtungagore who is now on the ground, lazily observing us. I can see that he has barely aged since the last time I saw him. He still looks as fit as a fiddle. I wonder what it is about these people from Azania. For all I know is you can easily mistake a mother of six, middle aged, for a teenager. This race hardly cracks. Unlike us werewolves, who live up to even a thousand years, wizards and warlock's age and eventually die. Their aging process is much slower than th

I was only in my early forties but someone had been rude enough to call me an old woman. I had felt stung by the insult and had cried my eyes out before a mirror. I couldn't even get mad at the person because they weren't wrong. I was in my early forties but I had looked like a sixty-year-old woman. The strain of jumping all around cities and looking for my enslaved master had finally caught up to me. I had spent my youth looking for him and hadn't had the time to be a normal youth. I had been so nervous when I had tried out the anti-aging spell, afraid that something was going to go wrong and I had been so happy when I was done with it and I looked like I was in my early twenties.

They blurted out in stupor. “Huh?” Thomas raised his head to look at the two elders. He stood up in respect even though they were below his station as he understood them to be Mira’s parents. “That is my father.” Thomas pursed his lips “You know him?” “Of course…. Of course…” Harry laughed to hide his embarrassment while Matthew was a bit more reserved. “Otherwise, he would have had to drink the elixir of youth.” Harry chuckled before turning to Mira with raised eyebrows.

I asked, highly disappointed, and morphed my face into a disgusted, unimpressed look. "Probably 110 years old. I don't keep tabs on my age." He shrugged, answering it casually. "WHAT!? Wait so you're like really old? Like a grandpa who went through plastic surgery??" I was beyond shook. "I'm not old!" He said, sounding offended. "110 is old! You want me to say how young that is because it's not! OMG! My mate is some oldie moldy wizard." He sent me deadpanned look. Flexing his jaw as he took into what I spoke.

"Mom, Dad. I'm so sorry." But Dad was shaking his head, Mom too. "Sweetheart," Mom said. "It's not." She sighed out some of her own sadness, the air heavy with it. "We both knew this day would come eventually." She smiled up at him, glittering tears making shining paths down her face. "Harry is immortal. I made him promise we would end our mating before I was too old."

“Old man, don’t you think that our pavilion master will surrender. Our pavilion master is the leader of the Pavilion of Gods and Kings, one of the four ancient clans. He would rather die standing than die kneeling. I understand him well enough and he definitely would not surrender!” Harry almost vomited blood and he wanted to give this old lady a beating. In the past, he would definitely be not afraid of death as he was already old and had not many years left. On top of that, nobody was capable of killing him so he was confident when he spoke. However, the situation now was different and he had another 100 more years to live his life. According to the calculation of his longevity, he was con

I spoke in my defense but I was still smiling. "She's mad at you. She looked like she might cry anytime and you're laughing?" Harry said with a frown. "Aww are you mad too?" I laughed on his face and his mouth opened wide in disbelief. "You're unbelievable." He said and rolled his eyes. Harry was almost my sister's age but still a bit younger than all of us. He was 19 while me, Calvin and Mia were 25. He was too young to be in a group of hunters and to be exposed to such amount of dangers. But the amount of skills and intelligence that this young man had was irreplaceable.