(A/n) I've watched the movie Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, both the old and new versions. I've read the book and a lot of the fan fictions in this section. This story has been slowly coming together over the past month and I don't think there is another one like it. If there is, oh well. -=shrugs=-

It's a cross over of sorts with Harry Potter. I'm not using any of the characters from the HP books but I am using a lot of terms, references and other such things to do with the HP world.

So on that note, I do not own anything belonging to the world of Harry Potter, those rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Inc. I do not own anything belonging to the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the movies or book, those rights belong to Roald Dahl. I did create the original characters though so I guess that would belong to me… whatever it's only a fan fic.

If you like the idea of this story let me know! XD

Chapter One

There was not much to say about the Bucket family. They were not rich or powerful or well connected, in fact they barely had enough to eat. They lived on the edge of a fairly large town in a small, ramshackle house that looked as if it would fall apart at any given moment. The family consisted of seven members living altogether in this small home and there was hardly enough room for all of them to live comfortably.

There were four grandparents that rested, day in and day out, in the only proper bed in the entire house. Grandpa Joe Bucket and Grandma Josephina Bucket, who were the mother and father of Jonathan Bucket. Grandpa George Coiner and Grandma Georgina Coiner, who were the mother and father of Eliza Bucket. Mr. and Mrs. Bucket were the proud parents of a young boy named Charlie Bucket. Altogether they were the Bucket family and though they did not have much, they still found joy in the small blessings that they were given.

Now Mr. Bucket was the only member of the family who worked a full time job. His job was at the local toothpaste factory and he screwed the caps onto the tubes of toothpaste. The hours were long and the pay was terrible. No matter how much overtime he would work, he could never make enough to even buy one half of the things that his family needed. Mrs. Bucket tried her best to help her husband but there wasn't much that a wife could do when she had four bedridden people and a young child to care for. It was especially hard when all the family had to eat was bread and margarine for breakfast and cabbage soup for lunch and dinner.

Life for the Bucket family was not easy and Mrs. Bucket worried so much about her family that, while her husband was at work and her child at school, she would cry. She cried while hanging the laundry outside, that way her parents and her in-laws would not hear her. She wished and wished that some change would come, something wonderful to bring around their luck. She would stare at the sky at that moment then and wipe the tears from her eyes, feeling much better now that she had cried her worries away. She would remind herself that their life was not all that bad and it always got better.

For you see, Christmas was fast approaching and when the holidays came around, Eliza Bucket would look forward to the one person who always came to visit the Bucket Family. Eliza's mother, Georgina, was born the younger of two children. The older sibling was named Nathaniel Prewett and he had two children of his own. One of those children, Eliza's cousin, would come to visit the family every single year on Christmas.

In fact, that was why Eliza Bucket stood outside by the laundry line now, folding up fresh sheets and placing them in a basket by her feet. Every moment or so, she would glance around at the empty, snow covered yard, the look in her hazel eyes expectant, almost anxious. Her cousin was not what one considered normal and Eliza was rather glad that her husband was working and her child at school. She would have had a hard time explaining to Jonathan as to how exactly her cousin had arrived so quickly and… so unexpectedly.

It was as she was leaning down to place the last of the folded sheets into the basket that she heard a distinct popping noise a little off to her left. Glancing up in surprise, Eliza Bucket brushed the dark brown hair from her eyes and slowly straightened. A woman stood several feet away in a spot where but a moment a go she was not. She was definitely a sight that you did not see everyday. She was dressed in a black traveling cloak, beneath that one could see deep blue robes, the hem of which brushed the tips of her booted toes. Her hair was long and straight, the color could best be described as a coppery brown.

The smile that played on her pretty face was nothing short of pure joy as she set the bags that she had been carrying down onto the ground. She carried in one hand a piece of stick that was highly polished and very smooth, something that would have been very strange to see indeed. Why in the world was this woman dressed in robes and carrying a stick? As a matter of fact, how had she appeared so suddenly? Those would have been the questions a normal person would have asked. Mrs. Bucket did not ask these questions, she did not even find the sudden sight of the woman standing in her yard to even be the least bit strange.

Instead, Eliza Bucket returned the smile that the woman gave and held out her arms in welcome. "Verity!" She cried and ran toward the woman, wrapping her in a tight hug.

Verity Prewett smiled at her cousin and returned the hug, being careful not to aim the wand at her cousin. "Happy Christmas Eliza… I hope you don't mind that I came a little early this year."

Eliza laughed a little as she brushed a few tears from her eyes. "No, no I don't mind at all." She pulled away from her cousin and took a good look at her. "I'm so happy that you're here."

Verity smiled a little more as she placed her wand away within the folds of her robes. Her own hazel eyes were sparkling with happiness as the two women gazed at one another. One could see that there was indeed a faint resemblance between them, especially since they bore the same hazel eyes. It would have been strange to most people to have a witch in the family but not to Eliza Bucket. After all, Verity was her cousin and having a witch for a cousin made life a little more interesting. The only thing was, Eliza had no idea just how interesting life was going to get for her and her family, especially for her cousin Verity Prewett...