A/N: So this story went under the working title of "Bloodlust" and me, NRG99, and my big sister Liefe Black, will be doing alternating (not always) chapters until the last chapter which is going to be me and my sister together.

This fic will span around twenty years and 25ish chapters

The Birthdays are below, and I hope you enjoy! Peace!

Review please!

-AWSM

- and Liefe!

-Bloodlust-

Dorian Graymire was born in: 1915

Maryse Fallow Graymire was born in: 1919

Hunter Graymire was born in: 1941

David Graymire was born in: 1944

Peter Graymire was born in: 1949

-Bloodlust-

Chapter 1: Dorian Graymire

1st September, 1952

"Lumos Solem!" Dorian Graymire said as he waved his wand. Out of his wand flew an immense streak of light, illuminating the night sky for a short time.

"Wow!" David, Dorian's middle son, said in awe while Peter, his three year old son, laughed and clapped.

"It's boring." Hunter, Dorian's eldest son said, getting up. "I mean, magic is cool and all, but I'd rather be researching animals, like cats and wolves."

David's face twisted, and he opened his mouth to respond to his brother. David, his little magic-less boy. David was already nine, and Dorian had all but given up hope of his showing magic. And here Hunter was, all blasé and unappreciative… Anger swirled in the pit of Dorian's stomach.

"Son, you'll soon be going to Hogwarts, and that is a privilege your brother does not have! Do not take your magic for granted." Dorian scolded, turning to face his eldest.

"But dad!" Hunter started.

"No! No ands, ifs or buts! Do you understand me, young man! Either you go back in the house and go to bed or you stay out here and be quiet!" Dorian ordered."

"You know what! I think I'm going to go to bed!" Hunter said turning around and walking towards the back door of the house. Then something ran through the forest and Hunter saw it with the corner of his eye. The forest was uncomfortably silent.

"There! Did you see it, Dad! There's something in the woods!" Hunter said excitedly, running past his father and brothers, and of the house's porch and pointed at the forest. "Did you see it? It was very lithe and from the way it was running, I think it could be a lynx! So far, nobody in Britain has caught a lynx but many have reported seeing them! And if I could catch a lynx here in Britain, then I could be famous! I mean, proving the myth of the British lynx and then my name could be known throughout history! Imagine! Hunter Graymire, re-discoverer of the British lynx!"

Dorian watched aghast, as a lithe shape walking on two legs crept up on his eldest son. A werewolf! Dorian shouted out to his son, but couldn't speak. Then all the sound died. His son's excited voice, David and Peter's chattering, their footsteps in the leaf litter on the forest floor, and the wind's howling all were silenced.

A ringing sound pierced inside his head. Then the werewolf picked up Hunter and slammed him onto the grass. Dorian's hand went for his wand, but to Dorian's surprise, it was gone. Dorian panicked and picked up his to youngest sons and dropped them off in front of the door, his wife, who had woken up and was running down the stairs, opened the door and picked the two boys up and brought them inside the house.

Dorian turned around and ran towards the werewolf to save his eldest son. But then suddenly, Dorian slowed down. No! I can't afford to slow down. My son is in danger! But to no avail, he continued in slow motion while everything and everyone kept on going as if nothing was happening. Then the ringing sound, in Dorian's ears grew louder, until it became unbearable.

I have to! I have to save my son! Then his running broke out of slow motion. He ran down the porch as his son screamed. Dorian couldn't hear him but could read his lips. "Help! Help me, dad! Please!"

"I'm coming, Hunter!" Dorian wanted to shout to his bleeding son, but his mouth refused to work. His hand went to his side and felt his wand. My wand wasn't there before! It doesn't matter; I have to save my son! Dorian grabbed his wand and pointed it at the werewolf that was ravaging his son.

"Avada Kedavra!" Dorian shouted. A green light erupted from his wand and the light slammed into the werewolf sending it flying. The werewolf fell lifeless to the forest floor.

Dorian ran to his son's side. He lifted up his son's head. He knew Hunter couldn't hear him, but he had to make sure that Hunter knew that he cared. "Hunter! Stay with me!"

"Dad? I'm sorry." Hunter said gasping in pain with each word. Hunter then jerked once and fell silent. His head rolled to the side, his heart stopped beating and he left the world.

"No!" Dorian cried. He laid Hunter's body on the floor, and he swore that the blood that was seeping from his son formed the wings of an angel. His wife, Maryse, came out to the backyard, followed by Peter and David.

Dorian leaned over Hunter's body and closed his eyes. This couldn't be happening! No, it couldn't! Then the ringing noise erupted in his ears again. But this time it hurt, tearing him apart. He screamed, but no one heard him. He looked at his wife and his remaining sons. Then there was a shriek resonating from the forest. Dorian looked on as his family shattered into dust and blew away with the wind.

No! This can't happen! It's a dream! It has to be! Then Dorian felt a tug in his stomach. It was followed by an unknown force that started to pull Dorian away from his dead son. No! I have to stay with him! I have to stay with my son! But to no avail as the unknown force sucked him into the forest and everything went black and silent except for the ringing in his ears.

The ringing grew shriller and shriller until… Dorian jerked and found himself looking at a white ceiling. "What?" Then he remembered. He was at home, in his bed. His wife's annoying Muggle alarm clock was ringing. It was September 1st .

"What time is it?" Dorian asked himself. Then he turned on his side to look at his alarm clock. It flashed the time. 8:35.

"Oh, Hell!" Dorian swore as he got up. I'm late for work!

Dorian got up and went to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and washed his hair. Today's my big day! he thought. The past two weeks, I've been practicing for my work exam, and I barely had time to spend with my children. And yesterday after I took my test, I was so exhausted I went straight to bed the moment I got home. And today when I go to work I'll see if I've passed the Exam or not. If I did, then I get a better position and a better salary at work! Then Dorian looked at the clock. It read: 8:45.

"God dammit!" Dorian said. He put on his clothes and his three piece suit.

He ran downstairs and kissed his wife of fourteen years goodbye, who was doing the dishes. He came over to Peter and kissed him on the forehead.

"Dada!" Peter said bouncing in his baby bouncer.

"That's right, sonny." Dorian said ruffling Peter's hair. Peter smiled and clapped.

"Daddy!" David said running down the stairs. Dorian bent down and picked up David. "Did you sleep well today, David?" Dorian asked his eight year old son.

"Yah! Have a nice day at work, Daddy!" David said hugging his father.

"Oh. I certainly will." Dorian said putting down David on his feet.

"Honey?" Dorian asked Maryse.

"Yes, dear?" Maryse responded not looking up from the dishes she was washing.

"Where's Hunter?" Dorian asked.

"Oh. His friend came two hours early. They both were really excited about going to Hogwarts, so I let him go with his friend." Maryse answered turning around to put a pile of dry plates on the kitchen counter. "Today's Hunter's first day at Hogwarts. Don't you remember?"

"Oh... yeah." Dorian said. He looked at his watch and it read: 8:55.

"Oh god! I'm late! I'll have to apparate to the train station to catch my train!" Dorian said putting on his hat and picking up his suitcase. Then he ran out the door.

The moment Dorian left his family's house, he focused on the train station and twisted into Apparation.

-Bloodlust-

Dorian apparated onto the train station just as his train took off. "No!" Dorian shouted. Dorian looked at the train station's clock and it read: 9:00. "Damn!" I have to be at work by 9:30!

Dorian went up to the teller and asked him. "Is there a second train to London in the next ten minutes?"

"Sure. 3rd station. Leaves at 9:05." The teller responded, checking his timetable. "Any other way I can help you, sir? The man asked lackadaisically.

"No, thank you!"

-Bloodlust-

Dorian felt the train shake. That's not normal. The train that Dorian was taking was an old train. But it was the only he could take if he wanted to get to work on time.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and Dorian jumped. Then he looked out the window on the right side of the train and saw one of the train's pistons fly by. There was a great lurch and Dorian was thrown back in his seat. The train started to crash, but then it toppled to the right. Dorian was thrown towards his window, where he slammed against the side of the train. Then the train fell and Dorian's window broke showering Dorian with shards of glass. Then Dorian slammed against the back of his chair and everything went black.