No worries, mate. We'll get through this together. Just keep your head down and your ass in the seat, it'll be over before you know it. First, a little background informacion. Because I would like to think that someone cares. I'm sixteen years old, I am a male, and I live in the United States of America.

If any of this makes you want to vomit, please do so now.

. . . . . . . . . .alrighty then! Lets get to the real reason you're all wasting your time. Stories that I find to my liking are, but not limited to, Slytherin Harry, Independant Harry, and Dark Harry (but generally light sided). Ships that I deem acceptable include Harry/OC, Harry/Slytherin girl, Harry/Tonks, Harry/Fleur, Harry/Narcissa, Harry/female Blaise, and Harry/Bellatrix. I like AUs, Alternate Dimensions, time travel, Azkaban Harry, and stories where he joins the Unspeakables.

Stories that I don't like (i.e. despise), include Harry/Ginny, Harry/Hermione, Harry/Cho, super Harry, evil Harry, suicidal/depressed Harry, gay Harry, and what I have dubbed 'pansy Harry'. No, this is not Harry/Pansy Parkinson, as I find that pairing surprisingly enjoyable. This is Harry when he blames himself for everyone dying, thinks the Dark Arts are evil, lacks self-confidence, speaks in a shy voice, lets his uncle beat him, and gets frightened whenever he sees violence or arguing. Or worst of all, when he thinks he can't kill Voldemort because that would make him a murderer, boo-fucking-who, etc, etc.

As I said, pansy Harry.

I have two fics running at the moment, Of Blood and Power, and Acerbus Angelus. Check 'em out if you want. Or not, you know, whatever floats your boat. I try to update each story twice a month, but generally, new chapters will be posted at my whim. If you don't like that, you can kiss my ass. Though I would strongly suggest not doing so, for it won't make me update any faster.

I have noticed often of late, that many authors write various quotes on their bio page. I figure since 'they' all do it, I might as well too. Heaven forbid that Dalyon not 'fall in line'. Soooo, until I get bored again, or find myself in an alcohol induced haze, cheers!

Elwood: It's 106 miles to Chicago. We've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.

Jake: Hit it.

The Blues Brothers