A Million Things {Hamilton/Harry Potter Universe}

Chapter 19

As the early spring turned to May, Hamilton found himself working longer and longer hours under George Washington. He had to spit out letters, diagrams, and statistics daily. In short, the war was not going well. Their numbers seemed to be shrinking while the enemy seemed to be growing.

Alexander would go home every night to the little cottage he had eventually saved up for and almost instantly fall asleep Eliza's side. She would always wait up for him, no matter how late it was.

Then there was a little spat when Alexander brought home some troubling news one night.

"I'm not coming home for a while," he said, looking away.

Eliza went pale. Sitting up in bed, she gasped, "What do you mean?"

"The Death Eaters have targeted the Auror Office at the Ministry. Washington decided that it would be better if we moved around the country. Setting up camp here and there."

"Moving around the country- Alexander, do you hear yourself?" Eliza exclaimed, grabbing his shirt. "You can't leave!"

Alexander cupped her face in his hand as a few stray tears fell from her eyes. "Don't say that, Eliza. I have to. Its my job and my duty to Washington and the war."

She turned away. "There are other men!"

"If there were, Washignton would have let me fight by now. I don't want to scare you, but we're losing. But I'll be safe."

"But what about me!" she wailed. "I'll have to sit here, day after day, not knowing where you are. Angelica and Papa will ask and I won't be able to answer!"

She let out a hiccuping sob. Alexander felt his heart break for Eliza. He gently turned her face back towards him. "Look," he said soothingly. "I'm not going away entirely. I can send letters. Dumbledore also has this neat idea of sending secret messages with patroneses. I'll send you something everyday."

Eliza looked at him for a moment, then drew him into a soft kiss. When they broke apart, Alexande wasn't sure who's tears were on his face.

"Everyday?" she murmered.

"The first ones I will send."

"Alexander! Send a response to this letter from the Wizengamot first!" Washington barked, storming out of the tent. It was a damp, windy day and everyone was in a miserable mood. The Aurors had set up a camp of nearly fifty white tents in a deserted moor. Every protective spell known to man was put on the camp, but they couldn't keep out the rain.

"Yes sir," Alexander said, putting aside his letter to Eliza. Washington was so stressed and overworked, he had to take other sending all his letters.

He read the letter with growing distaste.

Dear George Washington,

We need to hear of some forceful action against the Death Eaters. We need to tell the people that you are actually doing your job.

Sincerely,

The Wizengamot

"Dear Wizengamot," he said sarcastically, balling up the letter and tossing it accross the room. "We need more food, money, and Healers, which you seem unable to send. That is funny since all you do is sit around and talk, which is only part of your job. I don't see you here, risking your lives everyday, being away from your homes and families, which is our job." His voice trailed off as he looked at his half-finished letter to his wife.

"Best wishes, Alexander Hamilton."

"Hamilton!"

He jumped as Washington stormed back into the tent, spraying droplets of water everywhere. "I just recieved word that the Wizengamot isn't sending anymore Aurors."