Everyone go here and sign the petition to bring back NC-17 ratings to ff.net!

Name:Mumbles Incoherently

Location:U.S.A

Fav Hp ships(Non-Slash):

Harry/Ginny

Harry/OFC

Ron/Hermione

Lily/James

Draco/Ginny

Ginny/Tom Riddle

Hermione/Draco

Neville/Ginny

Lily/Severus

Tonks/Remus

Remus/Lily

Sirius/Lily

Lily/Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle/Ginny

Fav Ships.(Slash): Harry/Severus

Severus/Tom Riddle

Sirius/Remus

Tom Riddle/James

James/Sirius

James/Remus

Draco/Harry

Sirius/Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle/Harry

Weasley Twins/Harry

(1)Harry has been beaten all his life with the Dursley's.So, right before Hagrid knocks the shack door down Harry travels through time and meets either Severus Snape, Tom Riddle, or Albus Dumbledore who are starting there 1st year at Hogwarts.(In later years can be slash but does not have to be, and if Albus, not at allshivers)

(2) Harry is thrown in time and meets Slazar Slytherin, there is a slight problem though, Harry can't remember who he is or how he got there. So he is sorted into a Hogwarts house and from there tells how he gets back to the present and how he gets his memery back. But just when he thought his problems were over, when Slazar cast the spell to take him back to his time he's not the only who who goes back to the future. (Can be slash but does not have to be) E-mail me if you want to answer one of these.I will have more of them up later.

My Fav. Quotes: "It's better to keep your mouth shut and look stupid than to open it and remove all doubt"

Fav. Poem:

The Highwayman by: Alfred Noyes

Part 1: The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding- Riding-riding- The highwayman came riding, up to the old in door. He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doeskin. They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to his thigh. And he rode with a jeweled twinkle. His pistol butts a-twinkle. His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky. Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark innyard He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred. He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair. And dark in the dark old innyard a stable wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked. His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like moldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say- "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the mourning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach he hand, But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed it's waves in the monlight, (Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

Part 2: He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon; And out of the tawny sunset, before the ride of the moon, When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A redcoat troop came marching- Marching-marching- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn door. They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead. But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed. Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess could see, through her casement, the road he would ride. They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest. They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneth her breast! "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say- Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till her fingers wer wet with sweat or blood! They streached and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like Years, Till,now,on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger toched it! The trigger at laste was hers! The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest. Up, she stood in attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast. She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again; For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight; And the bloon in her vains, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain. Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it?The horse hoofs ringing clear; Tlot-tlot; Tlot-tlot, in the distance?Where they deaf thet they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill. The highwayman came riding- Riding-riding The readcoats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.