Author's Notes:

1. This version is Tim Burton's. So Willy Wonka will look like he did in the film when he was played by Johnny Depp.

2. I don't own Charlie and the Chocolate factory. Only my two OC's. The second OC will come in later. Much later.

3. This is my first Charlie and the Chocolate factory fic so sorry if it is not that good but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

4. It is like the movie for the first few chapters and then I will be creating my own as I carry on the story.

Chapter 1

The Golden Tickets

Esther was a beautiful girl. She had dark locks flowing down her back, pale complexion that worked well and bright green eyes. The one thing people would think when they thought of her was that she had the most beautiful eyes they had ever seen. Not many people had seen the startling emerald green eyes that she possessed on anybody else before. Esther was a lovely girl. She was twenty-three years of age and no body had met a kinder girl. She had the biggest heart, even compared to her younger brother, Charlie.

Her and her family were not the richest of families and she had taken a job up as the art teacher at the school as she was amazing when it came to art and had a wonderful imagination. She was only the assistant however so she didn't get as much money as compared to the proper teachers. She would do anything to help anybody but most of all she would do anything for Charlie.

It was coming into winter now and throughout the day it had randomly being snowing at different times of the day. Esther walked down the street and wrapped her coat tightly around her and walked quickly back to her home. She opened the gate and listened to it creak and jogged up the path and quickly went inside. She rubbed her hands together and let out a shuddering breath. Charlie had already got home from school and was sat down at the table silently. Charlie was just an ordinary boy. He was not stronger or faster or cleverer than any other child but to Esther he was amazing. He was polite, kind, helpful, sweet, and anything else she could think of.

She smiled at Charlie who looked up as she walked in and he smiled back. She stripped from her coat and put it on the back of the chair and sat down next to the bed in the centre of the room. She sighed and watched as her mother cut some cabbage. Suddenly a large gust of wind hit them all as the door opened again and their father walked inside.

"Evening Buckets." he said as he entered the room.

"Evening." Grandpa Joe said.

"Hi dad!" Charlie and Esther called happily. He smiled at them and walked over to their mother.

"Soup's almost ready, darling." his wife said. "Er, don't suppose there's anything extra to put in, love?" She shook her head and smiled. "Oh well. Nothing goes better with cabbage than cabbage." She started to chop more cabbage as Esther watched her father walk over to Charlie.

"Charlie, I found something I think you'll like." he said as he stuck his hand in his pocket to pull something out. He pulled out a odd looking toothpaste lid. It looked like two were stuck together. Mr. Bucket worked at the local toothpaste factory. It wasn't the best job but it still had money coming into the house to get them the littlest things. The hours were long and the pay was terrible, she felt bad for her dad having to work there. Charlie smiled and grabbed it.

"It's exactly the piece I need. Thanks dad." he cried as he grabbed his model out of the cupboard. He had his dad gather up old toothpaste lids and he had created an exact replica of the Wonka chocolate factory that was stationed in town.

"What is it Charlie?" Esther questioned.

"The head for Willy Wonka." he said and stepped back.

"Well how wonderful." Grandma Josephine said and smiled kindly at him. Grandpa Joe nodded his head in agreement with her.

"It's quite a likeness." he stated.

"You think so?"

"Think so? I know so?" he said and Esther rolled her eyes. Her grandpa was going to go off again about the time he worked in the factory. Not that she minded because they were fascinating stories but he just told them all the time. "I saw Willy Wonka with my own two eyes. I used to work for him, you know." She smiled as she watched her brother look curiously at her grandpa.

"Really?" he asked amazed. "You did?"

"I did." he said with a nod of his head.

"He did." Grandma Josephine said and then Grandpa George.

"I love grapes." Grandma Georgina said with a happy smile on her face. Esther giggled. She loved her grandma Georgina and her weird comments. It never failed to make her laugh.

"Of course I was much younger in those days." Grandpa Joe said as he started his story. Even though she had heard it more than once, she stayed to listen to it anyway. "Willy Wonka began with a single store on Cherry Street. But the whole world wanted his candy. The man was a genius. Did you know he invented a new way of making chocolate ice cream, so that it stays cold for hours without a freezer? You can even leave it lying in the sun on a hot day, and it won't go runny."

"But that's impossible." Charlie exclaimed. Esther remembered when she first heard the story, she thought the exact same thing as her brother.

"But Willy Wonka did it." Grandpa Joe said with a smile. "Before long he decided to build a proper factory. The largest chocolate factory in history. Fifty times bigger than any other."

"Tell him about the Indian prince. He'd like to hear about that." Grandma Josephine suggested. "Esther did."

"You mean prince Pondicherry?" he said and she nodded her head. "Well, Prince Pondicherry wrote a letter to Mr Wonka and asked him to come all the way to India and build him a colossal palace entirely out of chocolate." Charlie's eyes widened and Esther smiled. "It had one hundred rooms and everything was made out of either dark or light chocolate."

Esther couldn't help but feel hungry now that they were talking about chocolate and pouted. "True to his word, the bricks were chocolate and the cement holding them together was chocolate. All the walls and ceilings were made of chocolate as well. So were the carpets and the pictures and the furniture." Esther looked over to Charlie who looked really intrigued with the story and smiled softly.

"Mr Wonka told him that the palace would not last long and that he should start eating it quick. Prince Pondicherry ignored him and stated that he was going to live in it. But Mr Wonka was right of course. Soon after this there came a very hot day with the boiling sun. The whole palace melted. The prince sent an urgent telegram requesting a new palace but Willy Wonka was facing problems of his own. All the other chocolate makers, you see, had grown jealous of Mr Wonka. They began sending in spies to steal his recipes. Ficklegruber started making an ice cream that would never melt. Prodnose came out with a chewing gum that never lost it's flavour. Then Slugworth began making candy balloons that you could blow up to incredible sizes. The thievery got so bad that one day, without warning Mr Wonka told every single one of his workers to go home. He announced that he was closing his chocolate factory forever."

Charlie frowned and looked at them. "But it didn't close forever." he said. "It's open right now."

"Ah yes." their mother said and smiled at him. "Well sometimes, when a grown-up says forever. They mean a very long time."

"Such as 'I feel like I've been eating nothing but cabbage soup forever.'" Grandpa George said as he looked at the soup in his hand that their mother had passed around halfway during the story.

"Now pops." their father chided and gave his father a look.

"The factory did close Charlie." Grandma Josephine told him as Esther put down her bowl.

"And it seemed like it was going to be closed for ever. Then one day we saw smoke rising from the chimneys. The factory was back in business." Grandpa Joe said happily.

"Did you get your job back?" Charlie asked. Grandpa Joe looked down at his lap and shook his head sadly.

"No. No one did."

"But there must be people working there." he asked curiously and a little confused.

"Think about it, Charlie. Have you ever seen a single person going into that factory, or coming out of it?" Grandma Josephine asked. Charlie looked at her and slowly shook his head.

"No. The gates are always closed."

"Exactly."

"But then, who's running the machines?"

"Nobody knows, Charlie." his father spoke up. "It certainly is a mystery."

"Hasn't someone asked Mr Wonka?" Charlie asked and Esther smiled. She would so love to meet that man but she knew it was more likely for her to go to the moon that for her to meet the genius who came up with all these ideas.

"Nobody sees him anymore. He never comes out. The only thing that comes out of that place, is the candy. . . already packed and addressed." Grandpa Joe said sadly. "I'd give anything in the world just to go in one more time, and see what's become of that amazing factory."

"Well, you won't, because you can't. No one can." Grandpa George said a little too harshly. "It's a mystery and it will always be a mystery. That little factory of yours, Charlie, is as close as any of us is ever going to get."

"Come on, Charlie, Esther." their mother said as she stood. "I think it's time we let your grandparents get some sleep." Esther stood and helped clear the bowls and cups away and put them on the bench. Charlie went round and hugged his grandparents and said goodnight to everyone and then Esther did the same. Esther walked up the stairs behind her brother and went into the bedroom that they shared and plopped down on the bed.

"Nothing's impossible Charlie." she whispered to him before she fell asleep.

When morning came Esther got up and dressed and then went to wake her brother. He groaned but managed to get up. Esther walked down the creaky steps and grabbed a glass of water and pulled on her long black coat. She wrapped a scarf around herself as she noticed more snow had fell during the night and the air seemed chillier. She waved goodbye to Charlie just as he came down the stairs and walked out the house and into the cold air outside. Esther sniffed and hugged her coat tighter to herself and trudged down the street. She frowned as she saw a crowed forming around a lamp post and walked forward to see what was going on. She pushed her way through a saw a noitce stuck to it and started to read.

Her eyes widened as read the notice that was wrote by Willy Wonka himself. He had wrote that he had put five golden tickets in five ordinary Wonka bars and who ever got them would be able to go to the factory and one would win a very special prize. She trudged through the snow and walked quickly to work. The day was tedious and she was thankful when it ended and sighed in relief when she saw her house. She got inside and plopped down on a seat and turned the TV on and the news popped up.

"Five golden tickets have been hidden under the ordinary wrapping paper of five ordinary Wonka bars." the newsreader said. "These five candy bars may be anywhere. . . in any shop, in any street, in any town, in any country in the world." Esther smiled. What she wouldn't give to be able to win one, but it had stated that it was the kids that were to have it. She wondered why. Charlie came rushing through the door and shook the snow from his hair.

"Wouldn't it be something, Charlie, to open a bar of candy and find a golden ticket inside?" Grandpa Joe said to him as he stopped by the bed. Charlie smiled, somewhat sadly.

"I know, but I only get one chocolate bar a year. For my birthday."

"Well it's your birthday next week." their mother piped up.

"You have as much of a chance as anybody." Esther said and smiled softly. Charlie looked up and smiled back. Grandpa George snorted.

"Balderdash. The kids who're going to find the golden tickets are the ones who can afford to buy candy bars every day. Our Charlie gets only one a year. He doesn't have a chance." Grandma Josaphine shook her head.

"Everyone has a chance." she countered.

"Mark my words, the first kid whose going to find that ticket is going to be fat, fat, fat." he said and folded his arms. Esther rolled her eyes but she did have to agree with him. That kid was going to be fat.


Charlie was sat on the bed as they all watched the news. The first golden ticket had been found by a fat kid called Agustus Gloop. Esther watched as the press gathered around in a meatshop of some kind with microphones held up to two fat people. One was the child, Agusutus, who had chocolate all around his face and the other was a woman, she was his mother she guessed.

"I am eating the Wonka bar and I taste something, that is not chocolate. . ." the kid said and Esther noticed he had a German accent. "Or coconut. . . or walnut, or peanut butter. . . or nougat. . . or butter brittle, or caramel, or sprinkles. So I look and, I find the golden ticket." He ended the speech by waving the golden ticket in the air with a bite missing out of it.

"Agustus, how did you celebrate?" the press man asked.

"I eat more candy." he said and did just that.

"We knew Augustus would find the golden ticket." his mother said with a happy smile. "He eats so many candy bars a day that it was not possible for him not to find one." Esther wrinkled her nose.

"Yes, it is good, Augustus. Zehr gut." the press man said.

"Told you it'd be a porker." Grandpa George said and had a disgusted look on his face. Esther couldn't blame him, the boy was vile, and the mother was worse. Who would let their child get that fat and eat all them chaocolate bars? Not a good one in her opinion.

"What a repulsive boy." Grandma Josephine said, mostly to herself.

"Only four golden tickets left." Esther said as she shut off the TV.

"Now that they've found one, things will get really crazy." Grandpa Joe said and boy was he right.


The second ticket had been found. By a young dark haired girl; Veruca Salt. The Bucket's were sat around the TV watching the news about the second golden ticket finder. "Veruca. Can you spell that for us, please?" the press man said as he held out the microphone to the little girl. She did so with a huge smile.

"V-E-R-U-C-A. Veruca Salt." Esther watched as she held up her golden ticket with both hands in front of her, as though she wanted to prove her point that she had one and the others didn't.

"Soon as my little Veruca told me she had to have one of these golden tickets, I started buying up all the Wonka bars I could lay my hands on. Thousands of them. Hundreds of thousands. I'm in the nut business, you see. So I say to my workers, 'Morning, ladies. From now on you can stop shelling peanuts and start shelling the wrappers off these chocolate bars instead.' Three days went by and we had no luck. Oh, it was terrible. My little Veruca got more and more upset each day." The girls father said and Esther was stunned, the girl did nothing. She whined and made her father do it! "Well, gentlemen, I just hated to see my little girl feeling unhappy like that. I vowed I would keep up the search until I could give her what she wanted. And finally, I found her a ticket." the man smiled.

"She's even worse than the fat boy." Grandpa George stated and Esther nodded her head.

"I don't think that was really fair. She didn't find the ticket herself." Charlie said.

"I was thinking the same thing." Esther told him and sighed.

"Don't worry about it." Grandpa Joe said softly. "That man spoils his daughter. And no good ever comes from spoiling a child like that."

"Charlie, your Mum and I thought. . . maybe you wanna open your birthday present tonight." their father said nervously. Esther smiled softly but she knew the chance of him winning was very low but she wasn't going to say it out loud. She wanted him to have one and it was true that everyone had a chance but still...

"Here you are." their mother said and handed him the wrapped up chocolate bar. Charlie looked at everyone and he worried his lip.

"Maybe I should wait til morning." he said quietly and looked at his sister who smiled gently.

"Like hell!" Grandpa George cursed and Esther stifled a chuckle.

"Pop!" their dad said disapproving.

"All together, we're three hundred and eighty-one years old. We don't wait." Grandpa Joe said to Charlie more gently.

"Now, Charlie, you musn't feel too disappointed, you know, if you don't get the..." their mother trailed off and bit her thumb nail. Charlie smiled.

"Whatever happens you still have the candy." Esther said and Charlie nodded his head. Charlie took a breath and slowly wripped the wrapper off and then slipped his thumb under the silver foil and wripped off the wrapping. Their was no gold. Esther smiled sadly at him.

"Ah, well that's that." Grandpa George said and looked away.

"We'll share it." Charlie said and made their mother and Esther smile. Charlie was such a generous boy even though he didn't have much. It was truly an admirable trait.

"Oh no Charlie, not your birthday present." Grandpa Joe shook his head.

"It's my candy bar and I'll do want I want with it." he said firmly and started to break pieces off and hand it to them all. Everyone thanked him and Grandma Josaphine even smelled it, making Esther smile. She wanted so much for her little brother, he really deserved something good to happen to him. He deserved the best life as he was everything those spoilt kids who had already gotten the tickets weren't. It was unfair but just the way life was.


Esther sighed. She had just finished brushing her hair when the door was opened and a gust of wind came in and messed it all up again. "Sorry Ess" Charlie apologised and she just waved her hand.

"Alright, let's see who found it." Grandpa Joe said curiously and Charlie unfolded the newspaper that he had under his arm.

"The third ticket was found by Miss Violet Beauregarde." their father read over his son's shoulder and Esther stopped brushing her hair to pay attention. She pulled it into a quick bun and ran to the TV. Hopefully they were on the news.

"Aha, here it is." she shouted and they all sat down. They all saw what looked like two look-a-likes. They both had short blonde hair and pale skin. They were in the same outfit as well.

"These are just some of the two hundred and sixty-three trophies and medals my Violet has won." the mother boasted with a smile and the camera moved to where there were some shelves and lots of awards and medals sat upon them.

"I'm a gum chewer, mostly, but when I heard about these ticket things I laid off the gum, switched to candy bars." Violet said, chewing some gum loudly.

"She's just a driven young woman. I don't know where she gets it." Mrs. Beauregarde said with a sickening sweet smile.

"I'm the Junior World Champion Gum Chewer. This piece of gum, I'm chewing right at this moment, I've been working on for three months solid. That's a record." Violet said smugly and Esther wrinkled her nose. The gum would be horrible by now. No taste or anything.

"Of course, I did have my share of trophies, mostly baton." the mother said and held up her hands to a trophy on the wall.

"So it says that one kid's gonna get this special prize, better than all the rest. I don't care who those other four are. That kid, it's gonna be me." Violet said, smacking the gum.

"Tell them why Violet." her mother said to her.

"Because I'm a winner." Violet said looking superior. Esther narrowed her eyes, she so did not like this girl.

"What a beastly girl." Grandma Josaphine grumbled.

"Despicable." Grandma Georgina said.

"You don't know what we're talking about." her husband accused. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Dragonflies?" Esther giggled and winked at Charlie who grinned back. She loved her crazy grandma.

"But wait, this is just in. The fourth golden ticket has been found by a boy called Mike Teavee." the man on the TV said and they all turned back to the TV.

"All you had to do was track the manufacturing dates, offset by the weather and the derivative of the Nikkei Index. A retard could figure it out." the boy said. He had black hair and was sat crossed legged on the floor playing a video game, his mother and father stood behind him.

"Most of the time I don't know what he's talking about. You know, kids these days, what with all the technology. . ." his father trailed off and they all looked at the boy who was now screaming at the television.

"Die! Die! Die!"

"Doesn't seem like they stay kids for very long." Mr Teavee said, shrugging and Esther snorted. Mike killed someone on the screen and paused the game.

"In the end, I only had to buy one candy bar." he admitted and looked at the press people.

"And how did it taste?" the press man asked and held out his microphone. Mike shrugged and looked bored.

"I don't know. I hate chocolate." he said and Esther gaped. Did he just say that?

"Well, it's a good thing you're going to a chocolate factory, you ungrateful little ba. . ." Grandpa George ranted but their father ran to Charlie and covered his ears. He smiled up at him and Esther widened her eyes at some of the colourful things her grandpa was saying. She chuckled under her breath and he finished his rant by punching the blanket.

"That question is, who will be the winner of the last gold. . ." Esther turned off the TV and Charlie was able to hear again and he looked up at his father curiously.

"Hey dad?"

"Yep?"

"Why aren't you at work?" he asked and their dad hesitated.

"Oh, well, er, the toothpaste factory thought they'd give me a bit of time off." he eventually said and Esther sighed, knowing what he really meant.

"Like summer vacation?" Charlie asked, completely oblivious.

"Yeah..." their dad said awkwardly. "Something like that." Esther sighed and looked away. In fact, it wasn't like a vacation at all. The upswing in candy sales had led to a rise in cavities, which led to a rise in toothpaste sales. With the extra money, the factory had decided to modernise, eliminating her father's job.

"Come on Charlie, bed." Esther said and led her and Charlie up to bed. They bid them all goodnight and clambered into the bed and they fell asleep almost straight away. When Charlie woke up he noticed Esther still in bed. She didn't have work today so she had decided she would sleep a little longer. Charlie got up and looked out of the hole in the roof and saw his parents stood talking near the gate. He couldn't hear what they were saying though. He sighed and walked down the stairs and was stopped by his Grandpa Joe.

"Charlie. My secret hoard. You and I, are going to have one more fling. . . at finding that last ticket." he whispered.

"Are you sure you want to spend your money on that, Grandpa?" Charlie asked.

"Of course I'm sure. Here. Run down to the nearest store, and buy the first Wonka candy bar you see. Bring it straight back, and we'll open it together." Grandpa Joe said and handed him the money. He watched as Charlie ran out of the house. "Such a good boy, really. Ah, such a good. . ." he trailed off and fell asleep. He woke abruptly to see Charlie shaking him awake.

"Grandpa? You fell asleep." Charlie said gently.

"Have you got it?" Charlie nodded. "Which end should we open first?" his granpda said curiously and looked at the bar of chocolate.

"Just do it quick, like a band-aid." Charlie suggested. Grandpa Joe wripped off the wrapper and the looked on in disappointment at just the candy.

"Ah well, that's that." he said and handed it to Charlie.

"Don't you want some?"

Grandpa Joe shook his head. "Go share it with your sister." he said and Charlie smiled and ran up the stairs.


"Did you see that some kid in Russia found the last golden ticket?"

"Yes, it was in the paper this morning."

"Good boy. Come on George. Good boy." Charlie looked on as the two men and the dog left the shop and went up to the counter.

"One Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight, please." he said politely.

"Okay. Here." the shop keeper said and handed him the bar and he handed over the money and started to tear off the wrapper.

"The nerve of some people." he heard a woman say beside him.

"I know. Forging a ticket. Come on." the shop keeper said and snorted. He turned around and looked at Charlie and his mouth fell open. "It's a golden ticket. You found Wonka's last golden ticket. In my shop too!" He had an excited grin on his face. The woman looked over and bent down to him.

"Listen. I'll buy it from you. I'll give you fifty dollars, and a new bicycle." a man said from behind.

"Are you crazy? I'd give him five-hundred dollars for that ticket. You wanna sell me your ticket for five-hundred dollars, young man?" the woman said, smiling creepily at him.

The shop keeper glared at them. "That's enough of that. Leave the kid alone. Listen, don't let anyone have it. Take it straight home. You understand?" Charlie nodded his head and ran from the shop and all the way home. He ran in the house and slammed the door shut.

"Mom! Dad! Esther! I found it! The last golden ticket! It's mine!" he shouted as he entered the house and handed it to his grandpa.

"Yippee! Here. Read it aloud. Let's hear exactly what it says." Grandpa Joe said as he shot out of bed and handed it to his son-in-law. Esther moved forward so she could hear better. Her father dropped the wood he was holding and grabbed the ticket and read it so they could all hear what it said.

'Greetings to you, the lucky finder of this golden ticket, from Mr Willy Wonka. I shake you warmly by the hand. For now, I do invite you to come to my factory and be my guest for one whole day. I, Willy Wonka, will conduct you around the factory myself, showing you everything there is to see. Afterwards, when it is time to leave, you will be escorted home by a procession of large trucks, each filled with all the chocolate you could ever eat. And remember, one of you lucky five children will receive an extra prize beyond your wildest imagination. Now, here are your instructions. On the first of February, you must come to the factory gates at ten a.m. sharp. You're allowed to bring one member of your family to look after you. Until then, Willy Wonka.' It said.

"The first of February. But that's tomorrow." their mother said worriedly.

"Then there's not a moment to lose. Wash your face, comb your hair, scrub your hands, brush your teeth, blow your nose." Grandpa Joe said excitedly, making Esther smile.

"And get that mud off your pants." Grandpa George added.

"Now we must all try and keep very calm. First thing that we have to decide is this: Who is going, with Charlie, to the factory?" their mother said and looked around the room.

"Esther should do it." Grandma Josaphine said. Esther shook her head.

"No, I know for a fact Grandpa Joe would love to go there again." she argued. Even though she was right Grandpa Joe decided he wanted her to go.

"I have been there once. You haven't." he said. "I would want you both to go."

"No." Charlie said suddenly. "We're not going. A woman offered me five-hundred dollars for the ticket. I bet someone else would pay more. We need the money more than we need the chocolate." Esther smiled softly albeit sadly.

"Young man, come here." Grandpa George said and crooked a finger. Charlie walked over to his side of the bed. "There's plenty of money out there. They print more every day. But this ticket, there's only five of them in the whole world, and that's all there's ever going to be. Only a dummy would give this up for something as common as money. Are you a dummy?" Esther smiled, she knew he would go now.

"No sir." Charlie said softly.

"Then get that mud off your pants. You've got a factory to go to."