So I decided to start writing again now that school isn't consuming my life. I had this random idea floating around my head for the longest time and hopefully I can do the story justice.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series nor Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory story. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this fic now would I!

Summary: This is the story of an ordinary little boy named Harry Potter. He was not faster, or stronger, or more clever than other children, he was magical.

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Harry Potter and the Chocolate Factory

Prologue
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This is a story of an ordinary little boy named Harry Potter. He was not faster, or stronger, or more clever than other children. At least that was according to his relatives. His family was not rich or powerful or well-connected; in fact, they barely had enough to eat- because of Dudley's and Vernon's large appetites. Harry Potter was the luckiest boy in the entire world. He just didn't know it yet.

Harry was slightly sickened by the fact that he could hear his Uncle and cousin smacking their food over the roar of the television. He was cleaning the dishes from the lunch he just made for his family. The nine-year-old was glad he did not have to sit and witness the carnage in the other room.

Dudley was laughing hysterically at some stupid joke when a news report broke through.

"…and in a breaking story sure to excite the children. The Wonka Factory, in the outskirts of London, is going to open its doors again! Eva Greene is on the scene now."

"Daaaaaaaaaadddd, make the show come back." Dudley squealed.

"Oh poor Dudikins! Don't worry it'll come back on soon." Aunt Petunia wiped the dribble coming out of Dudley's mouth. "Isn't that the candy company that makes your favorite chocolates?"

"…as I'm sure all of you remember that day when Willy Wonka shut the doors to the factory. All of the other chocolate makers at that time had sent spies to steal the secret recipes. Soon people could get Never-Melt Ice Cream or Everlasting Wintergreen Gum from any store in town. So Mr. Wonka shut the doors to the factory and didn't let any workers in. He told everybody that he would be closing the chocolate factory forever. Chocolate and candies still come out of the factory but no living person been seen entering or exiting the premise. Until today when runners were sent with flyers to deliver to every part of the world! The flyer reads:

"Dear People of the World,
I, Willy Wonka, have decided to allow five children to visit my factory this year. In addition, one of these children share receive a special prize beyond anything you could ever imagine."

It has been said that the five children will be found by five golden tickets hidden amongst any Wonka made candy. They can be anywhere in any country of the world! Will your child be a lucky winner?"

"Dad, I want a golden ticket and I want it now!" Harry heard the declaration and rolled his eyes. In the back of his mind, he was wondering if he would be able to snag a few of the discarded chocolates. He shook his head as he realized there wouldn't be any discarded chocolate.

"We'll go to the store tomorrow, Dudikins." Aunt Petunia tried to calm her overweight son. "The stores are closed until the morning. Don't worry; no one will get the ticket before you. I promise."

Dudley seemed to calm at the statement and spent the whole rest of the dinner guessing what the prize could be with each guess becoming more outrageous than the last. Uncle Vernon puffed up with pride with the thought of his son winning the prize from the rest of the undeserving brats. Speaking of brats, "BOY!"

Harry stopped cleaning the kitchen and ran into the living room. There was spittle on the table from when Vernon bellowed. "Boy, clean up this mess. I want it clean in thirty minutes. Then I want you to clean up Dudley's second bedroom. I want to make that our candy station. I want it done by the time we get back from the store tomorrow!"

Dudley bounced with anticipation and ran to call Piers to tell him the news. He was going to win a golden ticket! Harry gathered up all the dishes and returned to the kitchen. As he soaked a rag to wipe up the mess on the table, he wondered what the chances of him getting a golden ticket were. He wanted to run away from his relatives but he had no place to go. He knew he wouldn't survive on the streets but some days he wanted to try. It wasn't his fault strange things happened to him. He was still being punished from the time he ended up on the roof when Dudley and his gang were playing Harry Hunting. One moment he was behind a trashcan wishing he was somewhere else and then he was on the roof.

If there are 5 billion people in the world and only five tickets Harry mused. Well my chance of getting a ticket is slim but it was a nice thought. I wonder how fat the first child to get the ticket will be. I'm sure we'll know within the week.

End Prologue

So what does everyone think? Reviews are always welcomed even if they are flames. If they are flames though, can you make them constructive? I want to know how I can improve!

Next chapter: The children picked and what happens in the Dursley house during that time