Well, here's chapter 1. Please enjoy.

Actually, I skipped a lot of things. Like... A lot. Oh well.

Thank you to PropertyOfH for being my beta.

I don't own Harry Potter or Gravity Falls.


Frankly, Ron hadn't even remembered about the strange journal he found until the morning he packed his things for Hogwarts. Buried under the countless amounts of halfheartedly completed homework was the dusty old book. Ron had only ever opened it once, after he, his sister, Harry, and their crazy teacher Lockhart got out of the Chamber of Secrets on a phoenix. He had flipped to a random page, where a rough sketch of Hogwart's Astronomy Tower was surrounded by notes on stargazing.

Definitely not Ron's kind of book.

Well, most books are not Ron's kind of books but he forgot to mention it to Harry and Hermione due to the fuss about Ginny, winning the galleon draw, and going to Egypt. He actually planned to hand this over to Hermione when she recovered from petrification, but it's too late for that now. Shrugging, he threw the journal in his trunk, along with his clothes.

Who knows, he might need scrap paper later.


He bumped into Hermione fairly quickly at Diagon Alley. Both were on their way in Flourish and Blotts.

"How have you been?" Hermione asked. "I've seen your picture in the paper, it must have been fun exploring Egypt. Have you entered any pyramids? Have you seen the Pharaoh's grave? Oh, have you been to any of the museums? How about the magical community there? I heard they have a whole temple dedicated to the ancient Egyptian gods there!"

"Ugh... I... Touched a pyramid? We were only allowed to approach the entrance, though Fred and George did try to lock Percy inside one.. And no to the rest, we were only there to visit Bill."

Hermione's face fell. "Oh. It still must have been fascinating."

"It was." Ron grinned. Hermione took out her booklist and walked towards the textbook section of the store. Ron turned towards the display of violent cannibalistic textbooks.

"Come on, we'll get those later. They look the most troublesome."

"It's alright, I just came here for that one," Ron said, ears reddening. "Percy took this class."

Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, she said, "Then you can help me find the books. I could use an extra hand."

Ron smiled. "Sure."

It didn't take long for the both of them to find all the necessary textbooks, but the shop took longer when Hermione decided to add ten more books to her collection. The assistant smiled tiredly at the two when they placed their books on the counter, but nearly sobbed when they asked for two Monster book of Monsters.

Whoever created this book must be rolling in money made of bookstore clerks' tears.


Ron and Hermione saw Harry again later that noon, and after the short chat, his family had become a bit too busy packing up. The rat incident went to the back of his mind, but random glimpses of that bushy ginger monster cat resolved him to keep Scabbers in his cage to keep him safe. He himself was prepared, until he made the mistake of putting the monster book along with his clothes. He had to redo his packing, meanwhile throwing his clothes on to Percy's bed and tying the book up more securely. It took him embarrassingly longer than ten minutes to wrestle the book to accepting submission, and he went directly to eat before resuming packing.

The rest of the night came by fast, with the twin's constant badgering, Ginny's panic over some lost shoes, and Percy blaming Ron for everything, Ron dropped to bed and fell fast asleep.


He was in a forest. A strange pine forest with leafy bushes and thick grass cushioning his feet. The tall conifers stretched far and high above him, but he could still feel the sun, and hear the whispering blow of the air.

"..."

He turned behind him. A girl, around his age, with fluffy brown hair, round cheeks, and metal things on her teeth said something to him. She wore an oversized pink sweater and skirt extending to her knees. She seems to have repeated what she said, but all he could hear was garbled words, like listening to someone through water. She pointed to herself and repeated the same garbled mess only he could hear.

"Who are you?" He asked, but the moment he tried to open his mouth, it felt like water was rushing in. He choked and gasped for breath, and to his horror, he started floating up. His body rose like gravity had been turned off, and he looked down to see the girl yelling garbled nonsense at him, waving her fist at him, almost... Desperately?

He continued rising to the sky until he had a clear view of where he was. It was an endless stretch of pine forest and he was forever floating up, his chest hurting more, until his vision faded to black.


Ron shot up, grabbing his chest and heaving for breath. The boy couldn't still the horserace beating of his heart, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. His dream wasn't that frightening... Was it? He didn't remember. He vaguely felt like he just drowned, so it must have something watery in there.

Speaking of watery, his sudden jump jostled his shared bedside table with Percy, which had toppled an unfinished cup of tea over the top. Grumbling sleepily, he hastily moved their things out of the way, when something caught his eye.

He and photo-Penelope Clearwater's eyes met, her eyes accusing, and he knew he was clearly going the be scolded by Percy again. Groaning, he moved her to the side and went back to bed. He'll deal with this in the morning.


Just as he predicted, his first view of the morning was Percy's angry scowl. It dampened his mood too early in the morning, which did not help with the morning rush. After breakfast and changing, he took his pet Scabbers and slipped him into his front pocket.

It was clearly not a good day for him, Ron thought. Its bad enough that Hermione's demon cat will waste no time trying to eat Scabbers, he was also stuck with Percy in the same car on the way to the train station. He breathed a sigh of relief when they finally arrived and gone their separate ways, although he did notice his father take Harry aside and whisper something to him. Brushing that aside, he walked up to Hermione. Harry caught up with them just as they were able to enter the train. Their goodbyes to the Weasley family finished quick, with the train leaving, and Harry turned to them.

"I need to talk to you in private," Harry said.

Spotting Ginny standing just beside Hermione, Ron said, "Go away, Ginny."

"Oh, that's nice," his sister huffed and walked away.

The trio was able to secure a cabin with only one other person on it, sleeping, a possible new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. When they were finally seated comfortably, Harry explained his situation, and dread filled Ron's chest. He almost actually feels sorry for Harry sometimes, being in danger all the time and whatnot, and the news of a serial killer being after him reminded Ron how glad he is to be Just Ron. And the inability to go and visit the famed Hogsmead village would be so disappointing, if it was him in Harry's shoes.

Once again, this year, Draco Malfoy started to pick another fight with them on the train. After mentioning the teacher's presence, the other boy quickly retreated. For shame, Malfoy, Ron wanted to say. For shame.

All was well and calm after that.

That is, until the dementors came.