Oldest Weasley Novels & Stories

Eve's POV "How many witches and wizards still live among us?" I asked before I could stop myself. A smile flickered across the boy's face, and his eyes glowed faintly, there and gone in an instant. He couldn’t have been more than his early twenties. "Just like you were born a werewolf, some of us were born witches, others wizards. Don’t let history fool you," Collins said, striding toward the couch.

I took a sip tasting the cognac that slid down my throat. A tone of tease mixed with a sneer made his jaw tick and his eyes formed into a slit. "I accidentally bumped into her id*ot friend. Found out, she's CEO Weasly's younger sister, Dakota Weasly. Don't want any more contact with her in the future. She's loud and annoying!" he gulped the entire glass of cognac in one go and poured another one. "Take it slowly, brother!" I chuckled.

Hazel had the opportunity to take a look around the sitting room before Kai came back with the warlock. "Hazel... Nice to meet you." Hazel whose hands were fondling the miniature wolf statue on the center table spun around. Abe was exactly how she had pictured him. Elderly. Quiet. Very handsome. She nodded in satisfaction at his neatly tied white hair. His age did nothing to distort his features in any way. It seemed living amid wolves had given him their never-aging genes. Hazel smiled at the thought. Wizards of this nature would definitely have potions and spells they use to reduce the effect of their age on them.

"We've been waiting for hours, where have you all been?" My youngest brother, James, caught my attention. All of them are wearing formal suits but their hairs were all messy and tied in a man bun. I've never seen them for years and I almost forgot how they all look like. They all look mature and very manly, different from the last time that I remembered them to be. They had a soft and gentle stare when their eyes landed on me. "How are you?" Weasley's eyes were on me. It was soft and worried just like how he always look at me even when we were siblings.

But every time I see it in my daughters, especially in the eldest. - How old are they now? - The eldest is already ninety-nine, and the youngest is only eighty-seven. A little dazed, all I could do was chuckle. - Now I understand why you call everyone boys and girls. Listen, - I looked at her in surprise, - and if such a life expectancy, then it turns out that the number of werewolves should be huge! Of course, my mother told me about the strictest ban on relationships between werewolves and people, but even just considering our fertility ...

After careful minutes of thinking, I finally asked a question I had no interest in knowing the answer to. "You said something about the Walker's history being complex, why's that?" I asked. It wasn't as if I didn't know already, I did. A conversation was the only thing that could keep the moodiness away. Nana looked at me and coughed, smiling. I knew in that instance that she liked to talk about this a lot. "You've met the whole family apart from both parents." She began. "From the eldest to the youngest, that is like saying, from Sky to Alex,are the Grace's of Gryffindor. You know, the royal thing."

“Speaking of creepy, though, what about that servant?” “She is very old.” Owen laughs, and it’s good to know I can break through his worry shell, even if for just a second. “Archibald was older. The bastard lived to six hundred if you can believe that.” “And he was your uncle? Not your great-great uncle or something?” It seems like a pretty huge age gap between generations. “I was a late-in-life baby,” Owen explains. “My parents were nearly two hundred when I was born. Archie was the oldest son, my father was the youthful. I had cousins who lived and died long before I was even born.”

Apart from my grandparents, Darrel was one of the people I looked up to when I was little. Darrel Walters was eighty-nine years old. Three years older than my grandfather, making Darrel the oldest werewolf I knew. Probably the oldest in the world. Who could say? Johnny and I were sitting across the table, facing Darrel. The man had a brown cotton vest on, a cigar in his mouth, and a big pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. ”It’s been a while since we came here,” Johnny said, breaking the rather awkward silence. Even that didn't stop Darrel from staring at both of us like someone who had seen something weird in the fridge.

Stepheno tells them what I had been thinking so I nod my head in agreement. "Explain us." Kia demands and Dew work on the projector. I stand near the table looking at them. It's just like the old times we are together not fearing what the enemies have in store for us. After Dew is done with the settings he brings me the laptop and I thank him. I clear my throat to bring their attention when I already know they are looking at me. "Walton's. We are very familiar with them, their business and their family. Arnold Walton is the oldest Fossil while Draven is the youngest. Surprisingly they both seem to have the best relationship without any dispute." I say when I hear a light chuckle.

She told him. "No. I meant, it doesn't sound new to us again. Right, Emma?" Emma wasn't paying attention. "Emma?" He called her name in a louder way. "Yes. Yes." "Don't you think mummy's lullabies don't sound new to us any more." He repeated. "Yes. We've been listening to it for like three years now." Emily added. Three years?! What the fuck is going on? Luna Malfoy was shocked that she couldn't even explain what she just heard. Three years old kids… looking more like they are twelve.