Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series nor the Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory story. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this fic now would I! Excerpts will be taken from WW&CF and C&CF.

Author's Note: After all this time, I am finally back. I have a new computer, more time and finally my muse back. I don't know what the schedule will be for uploading just yet but it won't be once every 2+ years, I promise. Un-betaed so I'm sorry if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes. If it's really bad, let me know!

Harry Potter and the Chocolate Factory

Chapter Three – In Which a Contract is Signed

Harry POV

"Up! Up, get up, you lazy brat!" was my shrill greeting the following morning. It can't be any later than 6 AM since the spiders weren't back from their nighttime hunting. Why is she screeching this early in the morning? It's Thursday so school doesn't start until 8:30…wait...that means it wasn't a dream. I look around my shadowed cupboard and there on my shelf next to the tin soldiers was my golden ticket.

"Up, I say! We can't waste any more time. We need to get to a shop and get you new clothes." Aunt Petunia unlocks the cupboard and opens the door. I quickly grab my ticket and shove it into my pocket. She glares at me and as I'm getting out of the cot, she shoves to towards the kitchen. "Hurry up and make breakfast! We only have two hours to get everything done."

After quickly making breakfast of rashers and eggs for the whale and walrus for when they wake up, Aunt Petunia and I make our way to a thrift shop and find a blue button up shirt and some decent jeans. She sniffs at the price even though it cost less than one of Duddikin's gifts. I wear my new used clothes out of the store and make sure my ticket is in my pocket. We returned back to Privet Drive to see media vans outside the house.

"Mrs. Dursley! Mrs. Dursley" Eva Greene comes running with her cameraman up to the driver-side window. "Mrs. Dursley, do you have time for an interview?"

"No, no," she waves her hand in front of her as if there was a bee. She rushes to the house and leaves me in the car. Her horse-like face tenses as she exclaims, "We don't have the time. We're on a tight schedule if they are to make it on time to the factory."

Eva Greene turns to me and is about to say something when Uncle Vernon comes waddling out of the house with a purple face. His mustache twitches when it looks like the reporter is going to ask a question. As he gets into the car, he says, "No time like the present. Sorry that we do not have time for an interview."

Uncle Vernon quickly backs out of the driveway and speeds away before the media vans can follow. His face slowly changes from purple to a less alarming red tone. He mutters while glancing and fidgeting with the rearview mirror to see if they were being followed. They get to the factory parking lot with twenty minutes to spare and started walking to the stand where all the other ticket winners were.

"Mr. Dursley" "Over here, Mr. Dursley. How do you feel about your nephew getting the ticket?" ""Henry Potter! Mr. Potter" The reporters yelled out to get our attention but Uncle Vernon had a tight grip on my arm and kept me from answering anything. His mustache was becoming hypnotic with how much it was dancing on his face.

Normal POV

The ticket winners had started to show up to the factory at least an hour before the designated time. Mr. Salt took the time to talk up his nut business while the Beauregardes boasted about all the trophies Violet won. Both families sneered when the boys and their family members showed up.

"Daddy, I want to go in." Veruca Salt whines to her father while tugging on his coat.

"It's nine-fifty-nine, sweetheart.*"Mr. Salt remarks back to his daughter. "It shouldn't be long now."

"Daddy, I want to go in first before anybody else."

"Anything you say, sweetheart"** Uncle Vernon scoffs at the exchange and Harry rolls his eyes at the blatant hypocrisy of his Uncle.

Bells start to ring for 10 AM and everyone starts to quiet down. The five children and their guardians walk forward to the closed gates. The factory doors start to open and a man in a flamboyant purple overcoat and top hat hobbles down the front steps. He is leaning heavily on his cane as he slowly makes his way down a red carpet towards the gates. Suddenly, he stabs the cane into the cobble stone next to the carpet and does a forward roll into a bow.

"What a nutter!" Uncle Vernon mutters under his breath. The purple-coated man gets to the gates and opens them waving the selected in.

"Welcome welcome, I am Willy Wonka and this is my chocolate factory. It's nice to have you all here. I'm so glad you could come. This is going to be such an exciting day. I hope you enjoy it. I think you will. Now would you please show me your Golden Ticket?"* He greets each of them. All five of the children hand over their tickets and are quickly shuffled into the entrance. "Come quickly. Far too much to see. Just drop your coats anywhere."

"It's quite warm in here, Wonka!" Mr. Teevee exclaims as he is taking off his coat. He places it on a coat rack with knobs in the shape of hands. The hands close as soon as the coat lands on their fingers. A few of the parents poke and prod the knobs in curiosity. Uncle Vernon's face goes purple again and he starts to fidget while glaring at Harry. How could this be my fault? Harry thinks.

"Yes, yes," Wonka ignores the confused adults. "My workers are used to an extremely hot climate."

"I'm Veruca Salt." The brunette girl with a permanent sneer on her face pushes forward with her hand out once she deposits her coat.

"I always thought a verruca was a type of wart. Heh heh." Wonka looks at her hand and laughs awkwardly. He walks up to a wall with a lot of writing.

"Mr. Wonka," he looks at the girl suddenly next to him. "I'm Violet Beauregarde."

"Oh? I don't care."

"Well, you should since I'm the girl that will win the prize at the end"

"Well, you do seem confident and confidence is key."**

"I'm Augustus Gloop and I love all your chocolate." The fat boy toddles up to shake Wonka's hand.

"I can see that. We have so much in common." Wonka seems resigned to meeting the last two children. He looks at the little boy with shrewd blue eyes. "You must be Mike Teevee. You were the one that figured out how to crack the system. Hm. And you!"

Wonka finally notices Harry. He pauses for a moment and Harry wonders why. Well, at least this person doesn't have that creepy twinkle in his eyes, Harry muses. Wonka jolts forward as if realizing he is staring. "You're just lucky to be here. Heh heh. Now children, please step up to this wall and sign at the bottom."

"What is with all this freakish nonsense? Quills, hand coat hangers? What's next?" Vernon exclaims. Harry thinks that he is getting dangerous close to a heart attack with how red and purple his face has been getting. He starts to read some of the contract aloud. "Floods, fire, frost or flippery?!"

"Just the usual contract. Not to say what secrets they may see, et cetera, et cetera. Ladies first." Veruca and Violet run up to grab a quill.

"Now hold up. She's not signing anything until a lawyer reads that." Mr. Salt moves to grab the quill out of Veruca's hand. She dodges out of the way.

"If she doesn't sign, she isn't able to win the special prize at the end."

"Daddy!" Veruca immediately signs her name on one of the lines at the bottom. "I want to win the prize."

The other children each take their turn to sign but Vernon holds Harry back for a moment. He hisses in the boy's ear, "No funny business. I don't want you losing this for Dudley."

Harry finally gets his turn with the quills and goes up to the wall. He quickly scans the wall and thought he saw the word 'magic' but he scans a second time and couldn't find it. He looks back at his Uncle who nods menacingly. He didn't even know that was possible with a purple face. Wonka has already started to walk to another set of doors as Harry ends writing his name with a flourish. He runs to catch up to the tour so nobody but Willy Wonka noticed when the contract flashed gold.

Office, 1 mile below London

"Sir!" A small being comes careening into the office skidding to a halt before his superior. "Sir, something has happened!"

Unimpressed, the boss continues to drum his fingers on his desk. The sharp nails clicking along the granite. "Well, what is it? I do not have all morning."

"Sir, an heir just entered into a contract with a muggle."

The boss's face morphs to how his irritation. "And why does this concern us at Gringott's?"

"Because it is the Potter heir. This could be our chance!"

The fingers pause their tattoo and the small goblin almost cringes thinking he overstepped. The boss leans forward in his chair and almost smiles. "Get the account managers for the vaults together. We need to review what this contract is and if it really can be the chance we were waiting for."

The boss leans back and breaks into a Cheshire-cat grin. It caused the small goblin to finally give in and cringe. "Good work, Griphook."

End Chapter

*= Excerpt from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
**= Excerpt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory