Oldest Weasley Novels & Stories

Elara remarked as she entered with the grace of an enchanting woman. Elara aged like fine wine. Her honey-brown skin radiated vitality despite her advanced years. Approaching a century old, she was one of the most powerful mages I had ever encountered, defying both death and the natural order with her youthful appearance. Rumors suggested she possessed werewolf genes, which, combined with her magical prowess, were the secrets to her eternal youth. She had been one of the few to support my father during his wrongful accusation by Sethrak, the usurper, and had narrowly escaped annihilation by not following us to the battlefield.

“Now, you will lecture me about parenting, huh?” Artemis shook his head, not able to understand how to make Oliver Weasley realize that he was wrong by putting such a condition. “No. I’m not.” “Mr. Weasley, you’re almost my double age. So, maybe in your time, if you would have found a better woman than Mrs. Weasley, whether you have chosen her leaving your wife, your mate? Everyone knows that you’re your mate chosen mate. She already had a son from her first mate. So, will you have to leave her for some virgin girl without any kid?”

It was Aragon. The oldest elder in the royal house, a millennial old werewolf. A member of the council, a former Zeta and War general in his time, and a descendant of one of the founding fathers of plane Weode. A man full of wisdom. He had just taken notice of their presence when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Give him to me," he heard the elder's voice say. Then he felt his body being lifted from the ground and frail hands that were old and wrinkly snuggled around him. Unexpectedly, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and hot pain jolted through his body.

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."

She lost her husband when her daughter was only ten, so she had spent a lot of her best years without a man around, and it really showed. After Thomas introduced Hera, he headed over to Hogwart’s place, where that notoriously nasty dog greeted him with an enthusiastic lick when he bent down to say hi. “Ah, Lord Thomas. What brings you here?” “I’m here to talk to you on behalf of my father.” Hogwart’s expression shifted slightly. “Come in, come in. I was just about to pour some excellent ale.” Hogwart, just shy of fifty, welcomed the future Laird of Coinnich into his home like he had done many times before.

Aurora World 3-05 Cassy was 17 years old, and in a few days she would finally turn 18, she had been looking forward to this day because although she attended an ordinary high school, her family was anything but ordinary. She was an only child and descended from the most powerful line of wizards that ever existed in Aurora, too bad her world was totally opposed to magic and they had to live day to day like all other mortals. She was 1.60m and slender, she had medium-length blonde hair that reached just below her shoulders and her eyes were as blue as the sky.

Her eyes filled with wonder as she lifted one brow and asked, "For?" I looked deeply into her eyes as I replied, "For being you." * * * "I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The Century I was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!"

He appeared younger than the pack doctor, likely in his mid-twenties, and he arrived alone. After exchanging pleasantries, we introduced ourselves while making our way to the pack hospital. I discovered that his name was Owen, the second child in his family, and he was next in line within his coven. His father, aged 65, was still living. As we strolled along, the pack members seemed unfazed by the presence of a witch, as witches weren't generally met with disdain-only my father held such feelings. Soon we arrived at the pack hospital, where we guided him to Marcus. Owen touched Marcus, and his brown hair transformed into a striking white before he asked, "So, what really happened?"

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.

***FLASHBACK TO 8 YEARS AGO*** ***PHIL*** “Why are there so many cars outside Grandpa?” I asked my pops as he led me to the castle of Ravenclaw. “Don’t worry lil’ man, you’ll be finding out soon,” he said and I just giggled, I loved it when he called me lil man even though I was no longer a kid. Kayla and Sheila, the two tightest sisters I knew joined grand pops and me on our way by the sidewalk of the castle.