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Rated M due to future sexual content.
"Characters Speaking"
Characters Thinking
/Authors Comments\
~~~Chapter One~~~
~~~Azalea's POV~~~
I couldn't help but let out a sigh and run a hand through my new moonlight silver hair. I close my emerald green eyes before opening and looking around my surroundings. Hogwarts is in bad condition but not as bad as expected but then again I did put a barrier around it so it wasn't damaged too badly.
There are bodies lying on the ground not moving. I look down at my feet to see the ashes left from Voldemort's body. I couldn't help but let out another sigh, this one of relief. It's finally over. I can leave the wizarding world without anyone stopping my and dragging me back to finish off their problems.
I won't be bringing Teddy though. He will stay with his Grandmother and I'll just visit every so often so I'm still involved in his life. But I can't stay, his grandmother agreed. I think I will head over to Mama's old friends, the Bucket's. Yeah, I'll do that.
I use my magic to redo my hair into a bun with two strands over my shoulders and an emerald green bow and pearls underneath. I am now wearing a dress that rests below my knees.
The top part of the dress is a light green with emerald green curves and swirls while the skirt is emerald green with light green lily outline along the bottom with pearls underneath. Around the waist, there is an emerald green belt with yellow x's. The high heels are silver with emerald green ribbons and an emerald green bag with pearls along the bottom and a bow on the front.
My coat is emerald green with silver fluff around the collar and end of my sleeves along with a silver bow around the waist and below the neckline.
I check to make sure I have everything in my trunk and I do so I apparate straight to the Bucket's house. They know I was coming as I sent them a letter a few weeks ago and they gave me permission to do so. I'll be sharing the room with Charlie, their son, but I don't mind that.
I knock on the door and Mrs Bucket lets me in. "Ahh, Azalea, come in. It shouldn't be long before Charlie and Mr Bucket gets home. Was your trip alright?"
I let out a soft chuckle. "It's fine and yes my trip was alright. Ahh, before I forget. Here." I hand over a bag filled with a lot of groceries as I will be staying with them so it's the least that I can do.
"You didn't have to." Mrs Bucket states as she takes the bag.
"I'm staying with you as well so it's the least I can do," I add softly and she stops worrying and we share a smile before she put the groceries away.
It isn't long before the door opens and Charlie comes through. He greets the rest of his family before noticing that I was there. He wraps his arms around my waist as he looks up at me. "Azalea! You're staying?"
"Yeah, I will be for a while." I agree softly as I run my hand through Charlie's hair.
Charlie eventually let's go and we sit at the table. I watch as he takes out his textbook and he does his homework. We sit in a comfortable silence until it was broken when the door is opened once more.
This time it is Mr Bucket that walks through. "Evening, Buckets."
"Evening." Grandpa Joe replies while Grandpa George waves.
"Hi, Dad. Azalea is here."
"Ahh Evening, Azalea." He greets as he takes off his gloves and puts them on the table before heading over to Mrs Bucket. I smile at him as he does.
Mrs Bucket looks up from cutting up some bread. "Soup's almost ready, darling." She kisses him on the cheek as he stops next to her. "We have bread due to the groceries that Azalea brought with her."
Mr Bucket comes to sit at the table next to Charlie. As he sits down he places his hand in his pocket. "Charlie…I found something I think you'll like." He takes out his hand and places whatever was inside in front of Charlie. I look to see there are a few toothpaste lids that are in different shapes.
Mr Bucket works at the local toothpaste factory. The hours are long and the pay is terrible…yet occasionally, there were unexpected surprises. But for some reason, I think he is going through some trouble at work. I wonder why?
Charlie looks at the lids and picks one of them up with a large smile on his face. "It's exactly what I need." He gets up and heads towards the floor cupboards.
"What is it, Charlie?" Grandpa Joe asks interestedly.
Charlie takes out a model of a factory and places it on the countertop. He leans down slightly and places the lid on. "Dad found it, just the piece I needed."
"What piece was it?" Grandpa Joe asks.
I move over to the bed at the same time Charlie does. "A head for Willy Wonka.
"Well, how wonderful." Grandma Josephine praises.
"It's quite a likeness." Grandpa Joe states.
"You think so?" Charlie questions.
"Think so? I know so. I saw Willy Wonka with my own two eyes. I used to work for him, you know."
"You did?" Both Charlie and I question at the same time. We share a smile before looking back at Grandpa Joe.
"I did."
"He did." Grandma Josephine agrees.
"He did." Grandpa George also agrees.
Grandma Georgina perks up. "I love grapes." I let out a soft giggle before looking back at Grandpa Joe as he begins talking, lost in his memories.
"Of course, I was a much younger man in those days. 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 points out confused.
"Yeah, it should be." I agree interested.
"But Willy Wonka did it. Before long…he decided to build a proper chocolate factory- the largest chocolate factory in history-Fifty times as big as any other." When the factory is opened Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine share a kiss.
Charlie bumps his shoulder against Grandpa Joe. "Grandpa, don't make it gross."
"I think it's sweet." I tease bumping shoulders with Charlie.
"Tell them about the Indian prince. They'd like to hear about that." Grandma Josephine suggests.
"You mean, Prince Pondicherry?" Grandpa Joe ponders as Mrs Bucket hands out our coup and bread. "Well, Prince Pondicherry wrote a letter to Mr Wonka…and asked him to come all the way out to India…and build him a colossal palace entirely out of chocolate."
Grandma Georgina laughs as Grandpa Joe explains that it had over 100 rooms and was made out of dark or light chocolate.
"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."
He goes on to explain that Mr Wonka warned the prince about eating the palace but he refused and said he was going to live in it instead.
"But Mr Wonka was right, of course. Soon after this, there came a very hot day with a boiling sun." The palace was destroyed and came crashing down due to the sun. "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 secret recipes."
So, instead of creating their own ideas they stole someone else's instead. Disgusting. Those are the type of people I hate the most.
"Fickelgruber started making an ice cream that would never melt. Prodnose came out with a chewing gum that never lost its 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 worker to go home. He announced that he was closing his chocolate factory forever."
Charlie takes another spoonful of soup before looking up. "But it didn't close forever. It's open right now."
"Yeah, there is smoke coming from the chimneys," I add in agreement.
"Yes, sometimes when grownups say 'forever,' they mean 'a very long time.'" Mrs Buckets admits.
"Such as, 'I feel like I've eaten nothing but cabbage soup forever.'" Grandpa George states."
"Now, Pops." Mr Bucket warns.
"The factory did close, Charlie, Azalea." Grandma Josephine acknowledges.
"And it seemed like it was going to be closed forever. Then one day we saw smoke rising from the chimneys. The factory was back in business."
"Did you get your job back?" Charlie asks.
"No. No one did." Grandpa Joe states disappointed.
It is silent until Charlie breaks it. "But there must be people working there."
"Think about it, Charlie. Have you ever seen a single person…going into that factory or coming out of it?" Grandma Josephine queries.
"No. The gates are always closed."
"Exactly." Grandpa Joe states as he places his bowl on the tray.
"But then, who's running the machines?"
"Nobody knows, Charlie." Mrs Bucket admits.
"It certainly is a mystery." Mr Bucket agrees.
"I could sense a lot of people inside when I walk by earlier," I add getting everyone's attention. They know about magic after all so I don't have to hide anything.
"Hasn't someone asked Mr Wonka?" Charlie asks looking at Grandpa Joe.
"Nobody sees him anymore. He never comes out. The only thing that comes out of that place is the candy…already packed and addressed. I'd give anything in the world just to go in one more time…and see what's become of that amazing factory." Grandpa Joe acknowledges.
"Well, you won't, because you can't. No one can." Grandpa George interrupts dampening the mood. "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. I think it's time we let your grandparents get some sleep. Azalea, are you going to head up to bed too?" Mrs Bucket questions.
"Yeah, I'll head up too. I'm also tired after today." I agree as I place my bowl on the tray.
I watch as Charlie goes around the bed and hugs his grandparents good night. "Good night, Grandpa George."
"Night, Charlie."
"Night- Night." Grandma Josephine states kissing his cheek.
He walks around the bed towards Grandpa Joe. At the same time, Mrs Bucket passes the chair over the bed to Mr Bucket who places it back at the table.
"Night, Grandpa Joe."
"Good night, Grandma Georgine."
"Nothing's impossible, Charlie." She whispers.
Charlie takes a step back and looks at her before he heads to the other side of the room and climbs up the ladder to his room. While he does, I look at the Buckets. "Night, Everyone." I follow after Charlie and climb up the ladder after him.
We both make it up and I use my magic to make his room and bed bigger so both of us can fit on it. We lean over the edge and looks at the Buckets. "Good night." We both say at the same time.
"Night, Charlie, Azalea." All of the Bucket reply back. "Sleep well."
Charlie moves back from the edge and sits on the right side of the bed. He takes off his shoes and lays on his side looking out the gap in the roof that gives his a good view of the chocolate factory.
I wave my hand over myself and change into my pyjamas. A pair of silk long-sleeved emerald green top and trousers. I use my magic to materialise a thick blanket that I place over Charlie and I. I turn off the lamp and lay on the other side of the bed.
For some reason, I feel like the luck for this family is about to change. Especially for Charlie. I slowly fall asleep, exhausted from defeated Voldemort earlier that day.
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