Older Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

Alaric huffed angrily; "Come on, Ral. We have to go back! Mum and dad are worried sick. You've been here since yesterday." "Go back and tell them to not worry." Ron said, hugging the tree tighter. "I'm fine, Alaric. I just need to see him." Zedekiel watched the entire exchange, amused. So Ron's name in the past was Ral? He thought about it and decided that he preferred Ron. Maybe it was because he was already used to the name. He shrugged and continued to watch the brothers.

Things he thought the wizard he was coming to see might need. The castle was as ancient as time itself. Steeped within its basement was a wizard over a hundred years old. His name was Mellor, and he suffered from a painful arthritis, and osteoporosis. Of course he didn't know the names of these things. He only knew that with each day that passed, a part of his worn out body died a little bit more. Titan made his way downwards. The old man was physically blind, but he could see better than most people with healthy eyes. "Titan Black," he called out when Titan was still metres away. "Well, this is an unexpected surprise,"

winced Ron as he applied a yellow sticky paste that smelled strongly of grape wine on his black eye . " Why - why did we get different beasts?" Chelsea asked curiously , she exoected all of them to get the same beast . " We face what we are afraid of the most " said Ron now massaging the yellow paste on his swollen side " I hate apes , my father liked to inject these filthy hairy animals with some sort of drugs and everytime , I or my brother made a mistake, he would lock us in - with the highly intoxicated apes, now the only way for us to get out was to either get killed or kill the ape who used to be twice of my size ,Mind you I was ten " he said bitterly " but My father didn't cared , si

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

None of what happened was planned, at least not by me and certainly not by Ron. Ron turned seventy on May the twelfth last year. Everyone living in the Aspen Grove section of the Colorado Sunset Hills Retirement Community attended the party for him. He and Emma, his wife of almost fifty years, had lived in Aspen Grove for three years and had made lots of good friends.

Despite the seven-year age gap, Willow was always the more carefree one—into games, pranks, and dashing around like she had endless energy. Ronin missed his childhood, those simpler times, when the worries were less and responsibilities were even lesser. When he didn’t have to wake up wondering if he’d survive the day or how he’d mess things up with a woman who had taken permanent residence in his thoughts, no matter how hard he tried to evict her.

Suddenly remembering the task to do, Ronal called the boy over and asked: "Oh yes, is there anyone in your place named Kenlm Oswald?" “Kenln Oswald…” The boy mused for a moment, “Haven't you guys met? It's the old man you guys asked about. He is Kenlm Oswald, here people call him Mr Os because he is a sorcerer…”

because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which make my eyes glued to them. "Yeah! Yeah!!….. Stop Shouting will you!...Who is it?..". (Old man) "Ol' Grim!…is this how you handle your shop?….". (Baroness Lydia) An old man comes out of the door behind the counter, scratching his head in an annoyed tone. He looks like what a wizard should be, with a long white beard and hair, a wise-looking face, and a long grey robe (kinda look like someone cosplaying as Gandalf). At first, he was annoyed as Baroness Lydia was lecturing at him, but secretly he was trying to cast appraising magic at the 3 of us.

Connell answered the phone with a yawn. “Connell, it's Russell. We have a slight problem. A very old wolf was stalking the driveway tonight.” Russell told him as if Connell would know who the hell it was. “How old are you talking? I know that the oldest I have ever met is maybe ten years older than I am,” Connell told him, and wondered why he would call him. Connell knew nothing about the packs, really. “This one is much, much older,” Russell told him with a growl.

I wobbled a bit and sent a glare to Aaron before Alex picked me up and carried me into the bar. It was dark inside, and empty. Or almost empty. I looked around as Alex put me down in one of the booths and headed over to the bar. Sitting in the booth next to me were the two goons that I had seen at the bar a few days ago. I knew they were Elias’ men but didn’t know their names. Sitting next to one of the goons was an older man. He was almost completely bald with grey hair cut short. He was short but stocky and a familiar sight in the town. Harry was the owner of Howlers and also the oldest werewolf I knew. Werewolves had a reasonably long lifespan, and it wasn’t unusual for us to reach well o