Yes! I know what you are thinking. 'Ugh. Just another generic, stereotypical crossover of a cannon character from some random universe going to Hogwarts. The character(s) shall get there, instantly become friends with Harry, and then the story will be abandoned within the first five chapters.' Well, not today! I am going to take perhaps the most generic crossover idea in the fandoms, and warp it, change it, design it into something completely new and unique! Yes, my good sirs and ma'ams. I do not plan to make this crossover fall into an 'extra ordinary' category. Instead, I shall make it extraordinary! Be prepared for feels! Shocks! Slow updates! Times when I really want to abandon this and almost do! Action! Betrayal! And the cliffies! So many cliffies!

Yes, my good readers who had the patience to read through my insignificant monologue, this is a crossover idea! My crossover idea! And I shall torture thee no longer! Scroll down, and read my story!

Chapter One: Letters from Owls

Mabel ran into her brother's room excitedly, "DIPPPERRRRR!"

"Ack!" Dipper Pines gave a very unmanly squeal and fell out of his chair, "Mabel! Don't do that!" he growled as he picked up his fallen book.

"Sorry," she giggled, "It's just that we got a letter!"

"Already? We've only been here for like, what? Two days? I doubt they would have written one so fast," he sighed as he sat on his bed and began to read, "Scratch that. It wouldn't even be able to arrive in two days. The postal service in Gravity Falls is terrible."

"No silly! We got a letter from a magical owl!" she flapped her arms and ran around the room in a poor imitation of an owl, "It landed on Waddle's head!"

Dipper only sighed and flipped the page, "Mabel, you're going have to try harder than that to fool me."

"No! I'm like, actually telling the truth!"

"Sure. And I'm Time Baby."

"Seriously! It's one-billion percent true!"

"One-billion percent, huh?" Dipper rolled over and set down his book, "Alright, I'll here you out."

"Yes!" the twin did a fist pump and hopped onto the bed, "So I was like, just out in the yard, being absolutely adorable when a huge shadow passed over my head. And I thought it was one of those weird bat-eye things so I grabbed my grappling hook—"

"I thought Mom took away that?"

"No, no. It's the crossbow she took away. I hid my grappling hook under my sweater."

"Ah. Go on."

"Anyway, I shot up and totally missed. But then the thing swooped down and landed on Waddles. And he was such a cute little owl! And it was so cool! He didn't even fly away or anything! It just sat there with two letters on his leg and he held it out and I was all like whaaa…?"

Dipper raised an eyebrow, "Okay, let me get this straight. An owl landed on Waddle's head, held out it's—"

"His."

"His," Dipper corrected, "Held out his leg, and you took the letters?"

"Yup!"

"Mabel!" he began pacing, "What if it was a trap or something? You don't just take random letters from random owls and then read the—"

"They're right here."

"Ahhh!" Dipper jumped back and grabbed at his hat (a nervous habit he developed over the past two days), "Mabel! That can blow up in your face! Here, give them to me. I'll handle it."

Mabel rolled her eyes but handed over the letters, knowing it was the only way to get her brother to calm down.

"Okay…" Dipper examined the letters closely while holding it with his sleeve, "Fancy paper… weird animal wax mark on the front…" he turned it around and narrowed his eyes, "To Dipper Pines? Second floor, third room to the right? That's very specific, Mabel."

"That's what I thought!"

Dipper hmmed and tapped his chin, "I'd say it was those government guys, but we erased their memory and… well, that's not the president's symbol. Maybe Jeff is still trying to get you for their queen? But we didn't tell him where we lived…"

"Can't we just open it already?"

"No! This is an anomaly! Great Uncle Ford told me to treat anomalies with special care, so that's what I'm going to do!"

"Sounds to me someone is 'anomaly hungry'" she teased.

"Anomaly what?"

"Just give me the letters."

"But Mabel—!"

"If you don't I'll stuff glitter in your bed!"

There was a moment of tense silence. Grumbling, Dipper reluctantly handed over the letter.

"Thank you!" Mabel carelessly ripped open the top of the letter, ignoring the grimace her brother gave, and started to read, "Dear Ms. M Pines—oh! That's me!—we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We usually would give you a much larger space of time to owl a message back, but due to circumstances, we were unable to do that. Please forgive us for the inconvenience. We will send a staff member to collect you shortly after the letter's arrival. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall." Mabel narrowed her eyes and shuffled through the papers, "Three sets of plain work robes (black), One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear, One winter coat (black, with silver—Ugh! Who the heck chose the fashion?"

Dipper furrowed his brows and took the letter from his sister, "It's too official to be a prank… and I know you wouldn't write all of that without adding a pink dress the uniform list."

"It wouldn't be pink! It'd be rainbow with glitter on it!"

Dipper began to pace, "Hogwarts? What even is that?"

"Maybe it's that lotion I ordered for Waddles."

"You ordered lotion for a pig?" Dipper asked incredulously.

"You ordered lotion for a pig?" she mimicked.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Yeah, yeah, real mature, Mabel."

"Yeah Dipper. Real mature, copying me like that."

Dipper glared and Mabel stifled a giggle. He sighed and turned back to the letter, "We will send a staff member to collect you shortly…? What does that even mean?"

As if on cue, there was a knock on the downstairs door. They heard their mother open it and some muffled talking.

"Kids!" called the voice of their mother, "There's a teacher down here! She wants to talk to you. Dipper, you didn't happen to sign up for any fancy boarding schools without us knowing, did you?"

"I'm pretty sure the mailman's a werewolf."

Soos.

Okay. So on a more serious note for my long-term followers, I'm sorry I disappeared for a while there. And no, I unfortunately don't think I'll be doing anything for Emily Wise. Sorry, but I moved on to this. I've been working on this fanfic for a very long time (ever since 'Worst Fears' was came out) and frankly I am very nervous about posting this. But I made a goal to get in online by the time Journal 3 Special Edition came out. I really do not plan on abandoning this, but I can not guarantee a sequel (so be prepared about that). I plan on posting a new chapter a week. I'm sorry that I haven't written anything for a while, but I can assure you this story will be well worth the wait. I've been working pretty hard on this. Where Emily Wise was practice for my OCs, 'Half of Me' is going to be practice for writing conflict and plotlines.

...anyway, yeah. I know this is a short chapter but it'll get better! Reviews are helpful! Thank you in advance!