Harry Potter lived to the grand age of 178, he had been head auror in his younger years and then retired when his children graduated school at his wife died, to travel the world and learn all kinds of different magics and culture.
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Harry James Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one, the man who conquered. Now at the ripe age of 178, he was ready to die. To be honest, he'd been ready to kick the bucket since his 3rd birthday but nobody had to know that.
His once jet black hair was now white, along with the beard he'd grown out at 20, having gotten annoyed at the amount of times he'd been told he looked like exactly James Potter.
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He'd even grown his hair to his shoulders at one point when he was in his 30's but then everyone suddenly began saying he looked like he could be Sirius' son.
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So he eventually cut it again but he did like the long hair as it made it less messy.
Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna and Ginny had been dead for a very long time already. Ginny had died first when he was 45 and she 44, then Ron at 67, Hermione at 78, Neville at 101 and Luna at 103.
He'd been alone for over 70 years. Of course he had his children and even great-great-grandchildren but they were always way to busy and most of them were adults by now. His son Albus still adored him as did Lily II, they'd always been closer to him then their mother. Harry hadn't been as close to his oldest son James as much as Ginny had. Of course they both still loved each other but James had his own family to think about and he himself was in his 150's.
