Chapter One: Noelani Ohalu

Noelani never thought herself anything particularly special. She didn't have any athletic ability, no musical talent, she was a crafty person, but so was everyone in her family, so that didn't mean much. But she was always a good friend, loyal and strong, and that was what people remembered about her.

The ginger was a kind person, but suspicious of outsiders, not easy to trust, and walls were built up. Despite looking more like the girl from Brave, Noelani was a life-long Hawaiian native, who spoke the language, knew her culture and was proud to be Hawaiian. But, in general, she was a sweet person, who could fool anyone into thinking she was a pushover, only for them to get a big surprise when she stood up for herself.

But, that wasn't on her mind for the moment. She was on an errand. Her friend Leilani was turning nineteen that weekend, and she was picking up her present. It wasn't much, a conch shell, but she had spent good money. Noelani was picking it up from a man who was known for making the best conch shell horns.

Noelani looked across the street and then both ways before starting to jog across the empty- a loud honking came and Noelani looked to see a truck zoning towards her. Instantly, the box left her hands and the ginger girl stumbled back, shutting her eyes in case she were to die. But it felt like forever before she hit the ground.

When she did, she yelped as dust came up around her and she tumbled forwards. Instantly, the Hawaiian ginger hopped up and gasped. She was not in Honolulu, or even on a street, not one she knew anyway. She was inside a very creepy shop. There were skulls and ominous looking figurines and boxes everywhere. Even masks, creepy, horribly ugly masks with bones pinned to the walls as well.

Heavy footsteps entered the room and she spun around to see hunched over old man in a black cloak with a gnarled old walking stick. His eyes landed on her and immediately asked, "What's your name, child?" Even his voice was creepy, like him and the whole freaking room.

Swallowing hard, she answered, "Noelani Ohalu." Apparently, that was indeed her name, or at least what he wanted to hear, because he nodded and walked over, holding out a rectangular box. She took it, cautiously and asked, "Did someone leave this for me?"

"No a magical little gnome pranced in here and vomited it up," he replied sarcastically, "Of course someone left it for you. They bought it and told me to give it to a small girl with red hair named Noelani Ohalu, and that you would be American. Now get out of my store!"

Her eyes went wide as he snapped at her, but she spun and bolted out, holding the box close to her. As the door shut firmly behind her, she looked around and frowned. She knew this place, it looked familiar.

Noelani shook her head, before looking back at the box. Someone knew she would be here? Maybe this was a dream, this had to be a dream. Or dead, maybe she was dead. She'd ponder that later, for now, back to the box. The ginger girl opened it, and found a piece of parchment. She frowned. This was an awfully pretty box for just a piece of paper.

Wandering over to a bench just a few feet away, she sat down and placed the box in her lap, taking the piece of paper and reading it. 'Miss Ohalu, you are probably confused. Anyone in your unique position would be. That position being to change a timeline.' What? 'You will recognize your surroundings soon enough. For now, know that you are the only one with any foreknowledge. And you are to use it to change this world.' World? Noelani looked up again and wondered if maybe she was being pranked.

'Now, please return to the shop and present the key, though do not give it to anyone, and ask for the Austrand Chest. It is to be yours, paid for in full. Everything in it is yours. Never give anyone the key to this chest. Remember, be strong Noelani, your life could depend on it. Best wishes and good luck, your benefactors.'

Noelani swallowed hard. What the hell? But, she sighed and tucked the paper into her pocket, seeing that there was indeed a key in the box. Standing up, she shrugged to no one and walked back in, only for the creepy shop keeper to bite out, "I told you to get out of my shop, you little brat."

Meeting his harsh glare with a firm look, she replied in an equally firm tone, "The Austrand Chest. Where is it?" The man looked surprised, but grumbled and scuffled out from behind his counter, making his way over to a nice armoire. He opened the doors and stepped aside, letting her see that the only contents were an old trunk that had most definitely seen better days. Giving the shopkeeper an incredulous look, she asked his, "THIS is the Austrand Chest?"

He glared at her and snapped, "It's thousands of years old, what do you expect? Pearls and diamonds?"

"Well, excuse me," Noelani bit back. The man grumbled something about how rude the youth were. He was kind of right, she was being rude. But rude was the only thing that seemed to work with this guy. Walking over, she knelt down and stuck the key in the lock. She didn't even have to twist it, it opened on its own, the lid popped up and everything.

Maybe it wasn't as lame as it looked after all. Peering in, she saw another letter, this one in an envelope with her name on the front. Well, it had her name, so she grabbed it and opened it. Inside, was another letter on what looked like insanely old parchment, along with two other scraps of paper.

'Dear Miss Ohalu,

We see you have retrieved your new trunk. Inside, you will find most everything you need to attend Hogwarts. However, we expect you will be needing food and other necessities, so enclosed is the information to your Gringott's account. You are well taken care of, Miss Ohalu, as a part of our gratitude. Please feel free to use as much as you want and never worry about running out.

Now, you will need to know your new background. For starters, you have your same name. But you are now thirteen. Please do not panic, you will grow, but retain your maturity and knowledge. As inconsiderate it was for you to be uprooted from one universe to another with absolutely no warning, you will not have to suffer puberty all over again. We aren't that cruel.

You are orphaned, sort of. Your parents recently died and you have been brought to London to stay with your grandmother, who is quite distant, and a bit looney to be frank. Due to this, don't expect to return to her home over holiday break with the exception of summer. We are quite sorry about this. Until arrangements can be made to actually provide you with an address, we high suggest staying at the Leaky Cauldron.

You are transferring from Avershims Academy of Witchcraft, and will be entering your third year. It has already been arranged that your house at Hogwarts will be Gryffindor. It is your job to change this world's time line. Inside the chest, you will find the Harry Potter novels, all seven. They are blank, cover to cover. As we are aware you cannot be glued to the golden trio's side, check the pages from time to time, to see what they are up to. In a way, it shall be like the Riddle diary.

This is now your story to shape, Miss Ohalu. But we make one request of you: prevent as much death, as much damage, and as much destruction as possible.

Sincerely,

Your Benefactors.'

Authors Note: So obviously I'm writing another 'fan falls into universe' fiction. I happen to like the whole concept. This one is NOT the best written and is totally out there. Hell, my OC is a ginger Hawaiian. Anyway, this is more my ramblings, so not really caring much about constructive criticism on it. If ya like it, awesome lemme know. If not, that's cool too. And this one is more for humor and entertainment and comedy than anything else.