DLP Chain Story is written by 5 authors from the community of Darklordpotter and we are proud to present our combined efforts to FFnet, Those Authors are

xThornx(Trumpetman)

DIE GINNY DIE

ChuckDaTruck

Forfie

Lutris Argutiae

Please note that none of us claim ownership to the characters,places, or plot of the Harry Potter series. HOWEVER, we do own our own plots included in this fiction.

Chapter 1 Part 1: Written by Thorn

He looked down on Private Drive menacingly, a storm he had conjured beating him and the surronding neighborhood brutally...He was finally back to destroy the one who had made his life such a tortured hell...Him and those damn muggles that had always protected and sheltered him.

He had waited so long for this...Revenge beckoned him this night and he aimed to please.

He grinned when he thought of the looks those damned muggles would have when they saw him, the one that muggle loving fool had promised protection from.

Oh and the scheme they had come up with to do it...Lightning lit up an even broader smile as the dark figure headed towards Number Four.

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Dudley Dursley woke up, drenched in his own piggish sweat, from one of the most horrible nightmares he had ever experienced. One of those awful freaks had come and tortured them all...and through it all, he knew he heard laughter ring through it...It was so familer, though he couldn't place it in his groggy state.

Well, in Dudley's mind, there was only one thing to rid one of a nightmare such as that, and the cure in mind was food.

As he descended(sp?) down the stairs he heard the back door open. His father must've gotten home late. He had been doin that lately. Late work shifts he had said. But as he reached the kitchen, a pair of frightening eyes met him with a dimly lit grin

"Hi Duddikins..."

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Chapter 1 Part 2: Written by Die Ginny Die

Dudley choked back a scream.

"What, no welcome back hug? I'm hurt Dudley."

"Get away from me Potter!" Said Dudley, feigning courage.

"Do you want me to kill you? No? Then stop acting like you have anything resembling male genitalia and be quiet."

Dudley shut up in hopes of keeping his life. Not likely.

"Get on the floor." Said Harry.

"What?" Screamed an outraged Dudley.

"I said. . . GET ON THE FLOOR NOW!"

Dudley whimpered like a sniveling little coward. . . err. . . sniveling big coward. . . let's just say he was fat and scared. He got on the floor reluctantly, having at least enough brain matter to relize that he was in danger.

Harry's eyes had a mad look to them. Dull and insane, with the slightest hint of grief and betrayal.

He walked over to the cubord that held his aunt Petunia's kitchenware, whistling merrily.

Dudley was courious, but didn't say anything.

Harry picked out a spatula, a carving knife, some tongs and shears, and finally, and abit oddly, a salt shaker.

Harry walked over to dudley, Looking ready to cook a pork roast. Well, in some aspects, pork would be cooking tonight.

He took out his wand and bound and gagged Dudley where he lay. Brandishing a spatula he promptly bitch slapped him in the face with it. He continued this treatment until he got bored. He then took the shears and cut off all his fingers and toes. Taking the pair of tongs, he magicly banished Dudley's pants. He took hold of the pig's rather small testicles and. . . well, you can probobly figure it out from there.

Dudley's screams were never heard due to a simple silenceing charm on Harry's part.

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Chapter 1 Part 3:Written by ChuckdaTruck

Dudley woke up again. Every time he passed out, his cousin would do something to wake him up. He looked to his left and right. Somewhere in the course of the night, Harry had brought his parents down there by his side. Dudley began to quietly sob. His mother was clutching her vagina where Harry had poured all of the salt. His father was whimpering.

Dudley was terrified. His father was the bravest man he knew, and whatever could frighten him, terrified Dudley.

Suddenly, Harry looked over him and whispered, "Do you know what a "taint" is?"

Dudley's mind struggled with the concept for a moment. Suddenly, the reference came to him from terms his friends used. "It 'taint' your asshole, and it 'taint' your nuts?"

Harry nodded and added, "and you don't have one."

Suddenly he drove the Cutco knife from Dudley's asshole all the way to his testicles. Dudley cried out as he could feel the blade carving through his flesh and slicing his prostate.

BANG!

The front door burst open, Dudley saw more odd men, but Harry knew what they were: The aurors had arrived.

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Chapter 1 Part 4: Written by Forfie

They flowed through the door in their quick rehearsed formation from basic training. There were six Aurors now in the Dursley household; the one at the front was familiar face to Harry from a not too distant past.

"Lay down your weapons, Potter," said Auror Captain Shackelbolt in a commanding boom, "you are under arrest. The building is surrounded but another twenty Aurors and anti-Apperation jinx has already been placed. There is no way out."

Harry tilted his head to the side with a wry grin on his face as he kept one eye on the mutilated forms of his former family and the six intruding Aurors. The Cutco. knife All-Purpose Bone and Steak knife dripped the blood of his cousin onto the floor from his left hand, his right hand firmly held onto his wand. They will not take this from me, thought Harry, they don't know the half of it.

"Kingsley, ol' buddy, ol' pal," began Harry as he slowly edged his way to the muggles, the Aurors raised their wands, "I thought that with our…history, you'd know better. Me give up? With out a fight? Hardly."

"Potter," said Kinglsey, "put down your waaaaghh…"

Kinglsey's words were cut short as Harry threw the knife through the air, quickly sending an expelling curse behind. The expelling curse had hit the knife sending it cart-wheeling around in a circle faster than before and hitting the black Auror in the throat. It was not a fatal hit; unfortunately, it had just damaged Kingsley's vocal cords while causing a lot of bleeding.

As their leader slumped forward gurgling, the other Aurors erected shields around themselves.

Harry dived behind the couch his Aunt and Uncle were on laughing hysterically. He then levitated the Dursleys, all three, in between him and the Aurors. Harry started to walk forward; the Aurors had stopped their spell barrage in fear of hitting the Dursley's. Personally, Harry would have hopped they fired spells onto them.

One Auror ran up and tried to pull Aunt Petunia away, "can't have that now, can we?" said Harry as he swept his wand under his human shield cutting both of the feet off the Auror, who was quickly summoned back to his comrades before Harry could deal the death blow.

"Aww," cooed Harry, "you took all my fun away."

"Desist now, Potter," said one of the braver Aurors.

"Now the fun begins," laughed Harry as he saw the twenty other Aurors Kingsley had mentioned running into the living room from the top floor and the back entrance.

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Chapter1 Part 5: Written by Lutris Argutiae

The Aurors streamed into the room, filling the chamber with their numbers. Again, the lone brave Auror raised his voice.

"I repeat! Desist Immediately!"

Harry looked at the many law enforcing wizards surrounding him, cornering him against a wall and cutting off his escape.

Just have to fight through it then.

Wordlessly, as to escape detection, he cast the Heat Repelling and Flame-Nullification Charms upon himself.

"Nah. I don't think I will. What I'm doing now is much too fun!" He giggled at the Aurors, with more than a hint of insanity. "Bad Aurors." He added.

With that, and a loud cry, Harry moved forward, and flicked his wand at the floor beneath the Aurors with a slight flourish. The curse that shot out of the wooden shaft was a dark reddish color; the Aurors who were veterans from the Second War were the only ones who could recognize it in time. Indeed, who would have use of the Novus Incendio Curse in peace-time?

An inferno flared up, swallowing the meticulously waxed oak planks making up the floor instantly. In an instant, the whole room became a hell-hole; literally.

The screams of the Dursleys were washed out in two seconds flat.

Only two aurors of the whole contingent survived intact, albeit with slight burns. A large number, more than half, of them were mere ash flying around in the wind; the other third now nursing second to third-degree burns all over their bodies, moaning out in pain. On a sidenote, Kingsley Shacklebolt would not be returning to the Order of the Pheonix for active duty for the rest of his natural life, which seemed to be about the future four seconds. The flames licked the support beams and walls, and the whole house was now up in flames.

Muggles were crouding around the property, curious and horrified at the screams and fire.

Harry laughed his manic laugh once again, terrifying all who heard it. He turned, and cursed the wall to oblivion, and sauntered out with a skip and jump, whistling loudly. The muggles all stared at the man, who was apparently unaffected by the fire and explosions, with nary a spot on his... cloak?

Harry kept on whistling, noting with a slight nod of his head that it was indeed the tune for 'The Great Escape' movie. Muggles truly had amusing minds. Puny little rats.

Pulling his wand again, he shot a mass-explosion curse at the group, jogged out of the anti-apparation wards, and disappeared with a crack.