Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Five days had passed since Harry had come to the factory. Those days were what Harry would call the best of his life. Every day was filled with something new. He had met the workers, invented new sweets, drawn, and explored. Although he loved all of those things, none of them were what he loved the most about the chocolate factory, for despite the factories wonders, it paled in comparison to the chocolatier that had built it.
In Harry's eyes, Willy Wonka was amazing. All of the chocolate maker's rules made sense to Harry. He encouraged Harry to do all of the things that the Dursleys discouraged him from doing. He answered Harry's questions, let him explore what he wanted, provided for him, and told him bedtime stories. The stories were about Willy's life. That night's was about Willy's first flying lesson.
"And that, Harry, was the exact moment that I realized that I loved the sky," Willy said. "One of my only regrets about my factory is that so much of it has to be underground."
Harry was quiet for a moment. Willy was expecting him to ask about how the brooms flew, or why he built the factory underground, but instead the child asked an entirely different question.
"Why was your lesson with the Hufflepuffs?" he queried.
"That's just how it always is," Willy answered, smiling at the child's innocent question. "The entire time that I was there the little Claws and the Puffs had that class together."
"Oh, ok," was Harry's now iconic response.
"Now, I do believe that it is time for a certain boy to go to sleep," Willy said, ruffling said boy's hair as he stood up. "Goodnight Harry."
"Goodnight Willy," Harry yawned, rolling over in bed. Just as the land of sleep was claiming him, Harry let out a mumbled "Love you."
Willy walked out of the door and smiled. He wouldn't correct Harry about mumbling just that once because he had an epiphany. He loved the boy too.
When Willy returned to his own room he sat down heavily on his bed. He was planning. The next day he would have to tell Harry about the trial and about the possibility of permanent guardianship. He wasn't sure how the child would react. That was why he put it off for so long. What if Harry was scared about the trial? What if he drew back in on himself? What if he rejected Willy's offer? The longer Willy sat coming up with what if's in his head, the more his worry and apprehension grew.
Finally the wizard flicked his wand to turn out the lights and went to bed knowing that he would have to talk to Harry the next morning.

Breakfast the next morning was slightly quieter than it had been the past four. Harry was talking away about the jam they made two days ago, but Willy was intently staring at a pan of scrambled eggs.
"This jam is too sweet," Harry said after taking a bite of one piece of toast. "But the other jar is too bitter. Can we mix them together to make the perfect jam?"
"If you want," Willy said as he absentmindedly scooped the scrambled eggs onto two plates and sat them on the table. "How are they together?"
"It's really really good!" Harry said. "Do you wanna try?"
"Of course," Willy said.
Harry scooped a spoonful of both jars onto a piece of toast and handed it to the chocolatier. Willy took a bite and realized that Harry was completely correct. The two jams mixed together was good. Harry would be extremely good at making up many new flavors one day.
"Yum!" Willy said with a smile, but his expression then turned serious. "After we finish eating I need to talk to you about something, Harry."
"Ok," Harry said, eating his eggs and toast without concern. Willy usually told Harry the plans for the day during breakfast, but Harry trusted the chocolatier and knew that he probably knew what he was doing.
Once the plates were cleared and the juice was drank, the two wizards went into the purplish pink living room.
The two sat on the overstuffed deep blue couch in silence for about a minute. Willy was trying to think of how he should start the conversation. He didn't want to alarm the young boy that was innocently kicking his legs back and forth beside him.
"Harry," the chocolatier spoke. "Do you remember when I told you that if the Dursleys got in trouble we would throw a party?"
"Uh huh," Harry nodded. "Wait, did they? Will we have a party?"
"The place that Miss Sommer works for has arrested them."
"What's arrested?" Harry asked.
"It's like a more serious form of time out," Willy answered.
"Oh," Harry said.
"In a few days you and I, Harry, will have to go and tell some people where Miss Sommers works about what happened. I need you to tell the people everything or the Dursleys won't get in trouble."
"But isn't that tattling?" Harry asked. "I don' wanna be a tattle tale."
"It's only tattling if it isn't true or it isn't for a good reason. This won't be," Willy smiles at the sweet boy's concern.
The two sat there for another period of awkward silence, both lost in thought. The next topic was what Willy was worried about. What would happen if Harry said no?
"Harry," Willy started. "The Dursleys won't ever be able to be your guardians again. You won't have live with them anymore."
"Really?"
"Yes really."
"So, where will I live?" Harry asked with a worried look up at Wonka.
"Well, I'm very glad that you asked," Wonka said. "Where would you like to live?"
The seconds that lead up to Harry's answer seemed to last an eternity for Willy. Harry was biting his lip and looking down in thought which caused Wonka to fear the worst. He tried to prepare himself for the child's answer as one prepares them self for the oncoming bad news when a rarely heard from relative calls.
"Here?"
When Harry's short answer came Wonka was so unready for it that the only word that he managed to say was regrettably, "What?"
"I mean," Harry quickly started to rambled. "If that's ok? It's really super great here, and everything is so much fun and awesome and cool and I just love it! And you're so nice and even cooler than the factory! But if you don't wanna let me stay then I guess that's ok cause I might kinda be a burden."
Harry's green eyes were wet with tears by the end of his small speech. Wonka turned and pulled him into a comforting hug.
"You are not, were not, nor ever will be a burden ever," Willy said. "Of course you can live here Harry! I'm not sure when it happened, but I've come to love you and love having you here."
"Really?"
"Really," Wonka replied. "You can always stay here, and I'll always take care of you. If you want, that is."
"You promise?" Harry said.
"I promise," Willy said stroking Harry's wild hair.
"So," Harry said with a pause. "Are you gonna adopt me?" Harry asked.
"If you want."
Harry just nodded with a large smile on his face.

The day of the trial came faster than the chocolatier was anticipating.
There were many ways that things could go and many forms of evidence that could be gathered. Willy had pulled the security footage from his store and was prepared to provide memories for a pensive of his brief experience with the horrid family. he doubted that veritas serum would be used due to the trial including both muggles and minors, but he wasn't entirely sure. He just hoped that it would be finished quickly.
Willy was wearing a blue suit and matching robe the morning of the trial. He was sure to remain in his natural appearance throughout their time at MACUSA. Harry was sporting a dark green suit jacket over top of a more comfortable formal outfit.
The two wizards flued to a magical deli in New York to enjoy lunch before the trial. Willy didn't know who was more nervous, him or Harry.

Harry was munching slowly on his turkey and provolone sandwich without his usual excitement during meals. He laid down the sneguch after a period of silence and stared out the window across from him for about thirty seconds.

"You need to eat, Harry," Willy said gently.
Harry looked down at his partially eaten sandwich and then at the chocolate maker. "Are you really sure that I won't ever have to live with Aunt Petunia and Unca Vernon again?" Harry finally asked, the worry evident in his voice.

The child had asked the same question multiple times before, but seemed to become more and more concerned as the trial became closer.
"I'm positive," Willy calmly reassured the child like he did every other time Harry asked. "MACUSA is overprotective of magical children. As long as you tell the truth everything will be fine."
The two wizards had met the lawyer on their case a few days before. He seemed to think that it would be a quick case.
"We'll be throwing a party before you can say Scrumdiddlyumptious!" Wonka pause, looking up in thought. "That would actually be a fantastic name for a chocolate bar."
"Can we please have some ice cream at the party?" Harry asked.
"Of course!"
"Just make sure your brain doesn't freeze," Harry said nodding seriously.
"Yes," Willy said in an equally serious tone. "We simply can't get brain freezes. If our brains freeze then we won't be able to think of any new ideas until they thaw."

Harry giggled at the chocolatier's words and went back to eating.
After they finished their sandwiches Willy called for the bill.

It was a short walk to MACUSA's main building from the deli. The building seemed to stretch all the way up to the sky to the four-year-old. Willy kept a tight hold on Harry's hand as they approached from the busy sidewalk. The two wizards walked briskly up to a revolving door. Willy looked around to make certain that no muggles were watching before he led Harry through the revolving doors into the lobey.

If the outside of the building was both intimidating and mesmerizing to the four-year-old, the inside was even more so. Golden phoenix statues proudly lifted their heads. A large device sharing a resemblance to a clock was in the center of the room. The ceiling went up hundreds and hundreds of feet. To any person walking through it was both beautiful and daunting.

Harry slightly dragged his feet as he walked through the lobby. Everything and everybody was moving around him in what seemed to be a form of organized mass chaos nothing like he was used to. He decided that he much prefered Willy's factory.

The two walked to a tall desk with a worker sitting at it on the sidewall of the lobbey. Willy felt Harry's small hand tighten around his. Looking down the chocolatier found the young boy completely overwhelmed by his surroundings and quickly lifted him into his arms.

"Are you ok?" Willy asked, temporarily ignoring the worker in favor of checking on Harry.

"Mmhm," Harry nodded, biting his lip.

"We'll be out of this room shortly," Willy assured the boy.

Seeing that Harry was as calm as he was going to be at that moment, Willy turned to address the worker.

"We're here to testify in the Dursley trial," Willy said.

"Courtroom seven," the worker replied as they conjured a map. "Head down that hallway and it's the fourth one on your left. I hope that you have a prosperous visit."

"Thank you so very much. I hope that you have a simply fantastic day!" Willy said in his trademarked cheer. "What do we say Harry?"

"Thank you," Harry said from his spot in the chocolate maker's arms.

The two arrived in the courtroom at almost the perfect time. The courtroom was fairly small and simple, especially in comparison to how grandiose the rest of MACUSA's building had been.

Without any dilly dally the trial began directly at its scheduled time.

The main evidence was a form of pensieved memories and testimony.

Vernon Dursley sealed his fate early on by letting his temper out.

"You're all just no good, crackpot, freaks, the lot of you!" was all that Willy heard Vernon scream before he put a silencing charm around him and Harry.

The muggle's rant went on for a short while longer before the judge ordered him silenced.

Petunia showed far more restraint than her husband. She knew what those of the wizarding world were capable of. She had, after all, lost her sister to them.

Hoping to get the process over with, Petunia opted for a confession. She admitted her part in the abuse, although minimal, still happened.

Dudley was given permission from his parents to be brought in as a witness. Vernon's hopes that his "little tyke" would help his case were quickly abandoned when Dudley confirmed everything seen in the memories.

The sentencing was as concise as the trial. MACUSA never had a large prison. Their normal sentence for serious crimes was execution. Often even criminals of smaller crimes than the Dursley's would meet their end at the hands of MACUSA's justice system. Luckily for the Dursley parents, however, executing no-majs was a legal mess, so MACUSA also had a small prison for no-majs and some magical criminals. Both parents received time there. Vernon's was, as expected, longer, but both would find how protective America's magical community was over their children. Especially when it came to muggles.

"So when are we gonna have a party?" Harry asked after the trial was over.

"Within this week," Willy said confidently. "Oh I just love parties, and the workers love them too!"

"I don' know if I do," Harry said.

"Well we'll just have to find out," Willy once again took Harry's hand as they walked towards the lobby. "But now we must get to our appointment with Ms. Sommer. Oh, there is so much time in the day and so little to do!"

"Willy!" the four-year-old giggled. "That's not right!"

"Oh?" Willy said pausing. "You're completely right. Well I suppose that you'll simply have to swap that and then reverse it! I did mean the other way."

Willy picked up the still giggling child as they went to get directions to Sommer's office. Before they got very far, however they were stopped by the woman herself.

"I hope that you remembered that bar of chocolate that you promised me Mr. Wonka," Sommer said with a smile as she walked up.

"Well, actually,"

"Here you go!" Harry saved the older wizard from having to make up an excuse for why he forgot by pulling out a bar of chocolate from his own breast pocket and handing it to Sommer. "It's my favorite type. It's got carmel cream in the center to make it super duper gooy; and milk chocolate on the outside."

"Why thank you Harry," Sommer said with a large smile. She was both surprised and happy to see that the once shy child had come out of his shell in such a short amount of time. She then turned to address Wonka. "I was glad to hear that the trial went well."

"Even I couldn't have imagined a better result," Wonka agreed. "And happen to possess a top-notch imagination."

"Shall we continue our discussion in my office?"

After a nod from Willy, Sommer lead Willy through the winding hallways of MACUSA. They finally got to a door with a sign reading "CHILD SERVICES" over the top of it. The door was an entrance to a lobby that though much smaller than the main lobby was still a decent size.

"Hi Alise," A younger woman sitting behind a receptionist desk said looking at Sommer.

"Hello Jen," Sommer replied. She then gestured to Willy and Harry. "These two are my three o'clock appointment would you mind signing them in so I can go ahead and take them back?"

"Of course not. I hope that you've had a good day so far," Jen paused as she looked at Willy. She then looked down at the list of appointments and back at the chocolatier.

"Willy Wonka?" Jen asked excitedly. "I worked in your shop on Cherry Street the summer after I graduated from Ilvermorny!"

"Did you?" Willy asked trying to recall the blonde. "Ah, yes, I remember now! You were a cashier and taste tester!"

"It was the best job that I've ever had," Jen answered.

"Although it is wonderful seeing you, I simply can't keep Ms. Sommer waiting," Willy said.

"Of course," Jen said. "I'll go ahead and put them down as being her Alise. It was great to see you too Mr. Wonka."

Harry, Willy, and Sommer went down yet another hallway and finally entered Sommer's office.

Sommer went around her desk and proceeded to take a seat.

"You two can sit down if you'd like," she gestured to two chairs in front of her desk.

Willy sat Harry down and they both sat in the offered chairs.

"Have you both made your decisions about Harry's living conditions?" Sommer asked as she opened a folder.

Harry looked at Willy and waited for him to answer.

"Yes," Willy said. "I believe that we've both agreed on adoption."

"I'm glad to hear that," Sommer wrote down something in the folder. "Are you planning on doing a blood and magic adoption ritual?"

That time, Willy looked at Harry. They had discussed the possibility before, but Harry had never given him a definite answer.

"That's entirely up to Harry," Willy said.

Harry looked bit his lower lip in thought.

"I want to do it," Harry finally said.

"Are you sure? There is no going back afterwards." Sommer wanted to be certain that the boy knew the gravity of what he was agreeing to.

"Yeah, I'm sure," the four-year-old said looking over at Wonka.

Willy smiled at the boy and laid a hand lightly on his shoulder.

"In that case," Sommer addressed Wonka. "You will fill out a lot of paperwork and then be taken to a ritual chamber. After you are both recovered enough from the ritual, you will get to come back here and fill out even more paperwork."

"Oh wonderful," Willy clapped. "I do find paperwork so relaxing."

Sommer wrote a note on a piece of paper. She then tapped it with her wand and the paper folded itself into a butterfly and fluttered out of the room.

"That will inform the officiates of the ritual that you are coming," Sommer explained. "Now, while we're waiting to hear back from them, you can start on some paperwork."

The ritual room was cold. That was the first thing that Harry noticed about it when he and Willy entered. The next thing that he noticed was all of the strange lines on the floor. Everything in the room seemed daunting and made the four year old terrified.

The officiates explained the process of the ritual to Wonka and Harry in much detail, but in words that an almost five-year-old could understand. After Harry and Willy prepared themselves, they began.

The ritual itself lasted around twenty minutes. By the end of it, the air was heavy with magic and Harry and Willy were both passed out. The ritual seemed to have caused the two more pain than the officiates had anticipated. They hypothesized that the two must have shared magical gifts that they were unaware of, but they couldn't be sure until Willy and Harry awakened.

Two hours later, Willy awoke in a bed in a white room. He hissed in pain as he tried to sit up. He breathed deeply for a minute and tried to recall what happened. Just as he remembered the ritual, the door in front of him opened and a nurse walked in.

"Our monitoring charm said you were up," the nurse said. "There was an unexpected hiccup in the ritual but both you and your son will be just fine."

His son, Willy thought. Who… Harry.

"Is Harry alright?" Willy tried to ask,

"Sir," The nurse said, looking alarmed."Are you aware that you are hissing at me?"

Hissing? Willy didn't think that he was, but then again, he could have been. But if he was then that would make him a parselmouth. He must have gained the ability from Harry. Narcisa would flip if she ever found out.

Willy concentrated on the nurse and tried to speak again.

"Where is Harry?" He asked. "Is he alright?"

"He's sleeping right behind you," the nurse said. "He'll be fine, but sir we need to address the fact that you were hissing."

Before the nurse could even finish his sentence, Wonka was pulling himself out of his bed to check on Harry.

"Mr. Wonka," the nurse moved towards Willy. "You need to stay in bed until we can run tests!"

But his words fell on deaf ears. Willy was too concerned about Harry to care about tests.

When Willy reached the bed in the back of the room, he was relieved to see the boy peacefully sleeping. Wonka then noticed that Harry looked slightly different.

Harry's hair was still pitch black. Although it was still wild his hair was now curly and framed his hair like a halo. His face shape was also slightly different.

Willy gently laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. Suddenly the boys eyes snapped open. They were still the same startling green. Harry struggled to sit up for a second, but when he recognised the chocolatier, he calmed down.

The two had to stay in the examining room for another hour while tests upon tests were run. It seemed that both of them had shared magic in the ritual.

In the blood adoption, only one person was affected, but in the magic portion of the ritual it could go both ways, but it was rarely any powerful gift that was shared.

They had already determined what gift Willy had gained, but were unsure about Harry. Willy had a suspicion that he knew exactly what it was, but only time would tell.

Once they were deemed healthy enough to leave, Harry and Willy filled out more paperwork in Somers office. They then returned home to the factory to spend the rest of their day together as an official family.

Authors note: I would like to apologize on how long it took me to get this out. My laptop broke and deleted all of my files so this had to be completely rewritten using a phone and an old home computer. You most likely would have gotten this around a week before Christmas if that hadn't happened and would be getting chapter seven around now.

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