A Million Things {Hamilton/Harry Potter Universe}

Chapter 12

Alexander turned back to Washington after Burr stormed out, fuming. "Have I done something wrong, sir?"

The man smiled. "Its the opposite, actually. I called you becuase our odds do not look good. We're dropping like flies. I have heard a great deal about you, Hamilton. But I laugh becuase, why have you not decided to work with any of my Aurors?"

"Sir! I do not mean any disrespect!" he protested quickly.

Washington motioned for him to sit down. "Don't get me wrong, Albus Dumbledore speaks very highly of you. I have heard of your work through the Order.But yet... you refuse to be hired. Nathaniel Greene and Henry Knox both asked for you-."

"To be their secretary," Alexander interrupted hotly. " No thanks."

The Auror's eyes widened in understanding. "I get it. You have a hunger to fight. I was just like you when I was younger." He looked at him sharply. "Do you dream of dying like some martyr, Hamilton?"

"Yes," he replied, a bit taken aback Washington could read him so well. "I'm ready."

"Not yet. Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder."

Alexander squirmed in his seat. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I'm being comepletley honest with you. I'm desperate. The Wizengamot is not giving us enough of what we need and negotiations internationally are not going anywhere. I need someome like you to lighten the load." He held out his hand. "So?"

Alexander stared for a moment. Should he do it? He thought about accepting his Hogwarts letter, meeting his friends, joining the Order. All his life, he has taken chances. And this could be one of the biggest. Washington needed him. He, Alexander, could be the changing tide in this war.

"I'm not throwing away my shot," he said, grasping Washington's hand firmly.

"Welcome aboard, son."

"You're his what?" Burr cried in disbelief, later that evening at the Leaky Cauldron.

"His aide-de-camp. Washington was trying to be fancy with his words," Hamilton said. "But that just means his assistant, right-hand man, whichever."

"Right-hand man?" Aaron repated faintly. Wasn't that what he wanted?

Alexander gave a small sigh, his drink left untouched. " I'm not a secretary, " he muttered. "At least, that's what Washington told me. I had wanted to fight, but Washington needs me elsewhere, I guess." He brightend slightly. "And I can even ask Laurens, Mulligan, Lafayette, and Benny if they want to help. Washington will name anyone honorary Aurors during wartime. He needs all the help he can get."

"I see," Burr said quietly. He felt a bubble of jealousy. Working with Washington! That was the ticket. Why did this arrogant little loudmouth get that position? Burr had been an Auror for three years! This wasn't what he planned at all. He just wanted Washington to keep Hamilton in line, not make him his secretary! He hastly changed the subject. "Are you going to Philip Schuyler's Winter's Ball?"

Alexander blinked, surprised. "Yeah, I'll swing by. Should be interesting."

"Swing by?" he repeated, in disbelief at his comrade's offhand behavior. "Most of the Aurors will be there. And many members of the Order." He smirked. "And the Schuyler sisters."

Alexander stretched lazily. "Without a doubt. I haven't seen them in years. Angelica Schuyler used to be in the Slug Club with us, right?"

"Don't you get it? The Schuylers are one of the oldest wizarding families around! If one could get a sister, they'd be golden."

"I suppose. Who knows what could happen?"

As they were getting ready to leave, Burr asked, "Is it true Martha Washington named her cat after you?"