A Million Things {Hamilton/Harry Potter Universe}

Chapter 6

They went inside the Leaky Caludron and Tom the barman made up two tankards of firewhiskey. As they sipped, Alexander thought about what Burr had told him. Don't let people know what he believed? What kind of advice was that? It obviously worked in Burr's favor, but he personally didn't roll like that.

A few minute later, he was dragged out of his thoughts by a group of three young men tucked in a booth near the door. Two of them he recognized from Hogwarts but didn't know their names. The third he had no idea, but his thick French accent made Alexander pretty sure he had gone to Beauxbatons. The three of them were holding a very loud conversation and he could see many empty tankards littering the table.

"Yeah, I'm ready to show those Death Eaters a piece of my mind when they come around," the freckled-faced one was saying, taking a big gulp of firewhiskey. "I'll show 'em what John Laurens is made of!"

The other two hooted appreciatevely.

Aaron Burr shook his head. "You see?" he said, nodding towards them as the Frenchman began his little rant.

"TO FREEDOM!" the men shouted, smashing their glasses together.

At that moment, the first one, John Laurens, noticed Burr. He smirked. "Hey if it isn't the prodigy of the Ministry."

"Aaron Burr," the one wearing a cap explained to the Frechman.

"Give us a verse, drop some knowledge. What do you think?"

Alexander looked at Burr, eyebrows raised, waiting to see what he would do. The 'prodigy' drained his glass and set in down. Straightening up, he laughed, "Good luck with that. You're taking a stand, Laurens. You spit and I'll sit and see where we land."

The other two men booed and Laurens shook his head in disappointment. "The war is coming Burr, what do you stall for?"

"If you stand for nothing Burr, what will you fall for?"

The four men stared at Alexander. He turned bright red. He was about to apoligize for butting in when Laurens burst out laughing. "That's what I'd like to hear!"

The others pounded on the table. Burr shook his head. Laurens slung an arm around Alexander's shoulders. "Who are you? You seem like someone I'd like to know."

Alexander beamed. These were his people. "I'm a nineteen year old who you will know in the history books one day! This war is coming and I'm taking a shot to see what I can do to rise up!"

"But who are you?" the one in the cap asked.

"Let me spell it out," he said, standing on a chair. "A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R H-A-M-I-L-T-O-N! And I know that we need to fight for the rights of all wizards. And that Minister George King is doing nothing to stop the threat and you're all smart enough to know that, I hope. I don't mean to brag but I was top of my year. The Aurors are calling me and I gotta answer and that's were I'll stand and where I could fall. Proud and ready to die for the cause. What do you lot want?"

The Frenchman stood up. "Bonjour, Alexander. Marquis de Lafayette." He bowed. "You wizards of Britain have come a long way unlike my France. I dream of life without an.... how you say? OH! An anarchy, oui. When I fight, I make the other side panicky, so I cannot throw this chance away to make a diffrence!" He took a swig of his drink as the last man rose.

"I'm Hercules Mulligan and I see the war will end my need to be a tailor at Madam Malkin's. Who needs robes hemmed when Death Eaters need to be cut down!" he shouted, slamming his fist on the table, rattling the empty glasses. "I can rise above my station and never look back!" He high-fived with Lafayette.

Laurens, who had been quiet up until now, set down his glass and popped his colloar. "I hope you know this war could never be won unless everyone is free. I will gladly die if it makes all the house-elves rise out of bondage from their masters. They could help win this war!"

"Hold up," Alexander held up a hand. There was a silence. The three men stared at him. "You want to free the house-elves?"

"And?"

Mulligan looked awkwardly around and Lafayette muttered a prayer.

"What a great idea!" Alexander said cheerfully. Laurens looked as if his birthday had come early.

"Let's get this kid in front of a crowd!"

Burr walked out with a shake of his head. He tried to warn them, but they didn't listen. He agreed with what they said but if they didn't keep their mouths shut, the Death Eaters would be on their doorstep before they were sober. Especially that Hamilton. Aaron did remember him from school. Still as hot-headed as ever. And a muggle-born. This was not a goood mix in these troubling times. He really needed to watch out before he was killed.