Harry Potter Aging Novels & Stories

His eyes remained as domineering as the tales I had heard about him. But there was no tale that talked about his looks. If I remembered it right, he was more than a hundred years old now. Werewolves and Vampires had stopped aging at forty. And I thought that like my parents, he would at least look the part. But he looked younger as if he was only in his late twenties which proved once again of how extraordinary he was.

She beamed and poured him a cup of coffee. Harry shook his head in disbelief. “You’re too old for that,” he responded casually. His expression changed when he realized what he just said. “I mean, you’re too old to sulk. I’m not saying you’re old, honey. Ah, just forget what I said. Sorry.” Margot pressed her lips briefly before faking a smile. “It’s okay. Besides, I may be in my late twenties now, but compared to the younger ones out there, you’re still going to choose me, right?”

"But people usually consider I'm weird, and it's rare for them to mean things as a compliment when they describe me. In the past, I wasn't that tough and didn't think being called Luna Lovegood was a good thing." William narrows his eyes. "You look like you're young, but you speak as if you might be older—may I know your age?" Smiling mysteriously, I shrug. "I guess I'm thirty or something? I don't keep count of the years anymore." There is a snort. "No way you're that old." I laugh. "Thirty isn't old, but you're right—I appear younger because I'm put under a curse. I won't age."

He said and turned then he left but Harry stayed looking slightly worried. “How old are you right now Chris?” He asked and I furrowed wondering what type of question that was. “19, I’ll be 20 soon…I guess- “Fuck!” He cursed under his breath and then scoffed. “Chris, you’re twenty freaking six and you’re about to turn 27” He stated and I furrowed. “So, don’t tell me you forgot more than 6-7 years' worth of memory?” He had his jaw to the ground which was pretty scary for me honestly but I can’t wrap my head around it, 6years' worth of memory. Harry sighed and stared at me pitifully.

"Look at her. She's so young and looks like a college student. You're already in your thirties. I don't have to call her little sister-in-law." Harry frowned. "Is Charles trying to tell me that he's old?" "Don't call me that in the future." Harry would never admit that he was old. However, he had to admit that Stacy really looked young. Charles smacked his lips twice. "Fine. Eight years old is not a big difference. Just when she was ten years old, you were already an adult. When she was an adult, you... weren't that big..." In the face of the spring breeze-like smile of Shang Harry, he immediately changed "you are old" to "not big". He was afraid of the spring breeze, and the next moment, it

“So you don't get to see the rain and snow quite often?” I nodded. “So don't you guys like age?” “Depends on how long you lived and your ancestor's genes. For example, if you've lived a hundred thousand years and your ancestors had wrinkly faces you might start aging but that is extremely rare as there are a lot of potions that can make a witch look fresh again.” Kelly sighed, “So you guys don't age?” “We do age on special circumstances-” “-How old are you?” “Ten thousand and one years old.”

“Yet you don’t look a day over thirty. Even for a werewolf, that’s unheard of. Most wolves your age look like they’re in their seventies or eighties.” She leans in slightly, her gaze studying him with clinical fascination. “The magic did that. And I suspect it will continue to do so. You won’t age. You’ll remain like this—for the rest of your life.” My brow furrows. That can’t be right. I always thought… I thought it was because for eighty-three years he was trapped in that in-between place. Frozen in time. Maybe now that he’s back, now that he’s sane, he’d start aging normally again. That made sense to me.

Kayla's POV I looked at Zane with wide eyes and slowly turned to see Stephen standing there with a wide smile. He looked just as I remembered. As if he hadn't aged a day since the time I saw him five years ago. Come to think of it, he looked even younger than how he looked then. Either the life was really good for him or he had a few tricks up his sleeves to keep aging at bay. Given the crazy hunger for power he possessed, he couldn't have had a peaceful life that prevented him from sporting grey hair. And from the magic raging around us, he was definitely dabbling with wizardry and I had a feeling that it was also responsible for his youthful looks.

he explained while wiping some tears of laughter from his eyes. "I'm already 24, and my body is growing up, okay? We can die, of course, but only our flesh will decay, and we can be resurrected by using other pureblood blood," he said. I think my mind is about to explode already with all this learning in just one day. "Don't overthink about it, hahaha just remember that I'm just 24, and the twins are 19, the same age as you, and Darenn is four years old." I sighed as he said this. I thought they were already in their 90's.

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 Adrian 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.