Summary:
The prefect eyed him with obvious impatience. "Yes?"
Alex, oblivious to the boy's annoyance, gave him a wide smile. "I overheard a couple of students mention your name. Aaron Burr, right?"
The wizard narrowed his eyes. "Yes. Why?"
"Well I just thought I could meet you or something, because I heard you were really smart. I mean, you got ten Outstanding's, that's good right? I want to be like you and become a prefect too, so I was wondering if you could tell me how you did it? I mean, yeah, I'm pretty brilliant myself, but I thought that you could give me a couple of tips since I'm kind of new to here. I did read up on Hogwarts, but they didn't say much about O.W.L.s except for that it was this huge exam that fifth years took. You must be a sixth year, then. Also, I met this other guy who was, like, your friend or something, but he was an ass and said I was a smart aleck, plus some other things. Anyways, I punched him, but-"
Aaron cut him off. "Wait, hold up. First of all, calm down. Second of all, who the hell are you?"
Alex stopped bouncing up and down. "Oh," he stuck out a hand, "Alexander Hamilton, at your service."
Disclaimer: If Hamilton was mine, then it would mainly consist of Alex and John making out and Laf and Herc just snickering in the background.
Author's Note: Hey guys! I recently listened to the Original Hamilton Broadway Cast Recording and my life was CHANGED. SERIOUSLY. I immediately fell in love with the characters(and Lin and Anthony and Daveed and and and) so I decided to do one of the most common crossovers ever! That's right, this is a Harry Potter AU! Enjoy!
Headmaster: George William Frederick the Third
(Chf. Warlock, Grand Sorc. of the Order of Parliament,
Chf. of the American Exchange Prgrm.)
Dear Mr. Hamilton,
We are pleased to inform you that your essay has passed the International Exchange Board of Education, and you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 1.
Yours sincerely,
George Washington
Deputy Headmaster
Alex reread the letter for what must have been the one hundredth time and couldn't help but let a wide smile spread across his face. He knew that he would have gotten in, but it was still an unbelievably amazing experience, seeing that tawny owl land on his windowsill and give him his letter.
Lost in his thoughts, Alex almost missed the train coming to a stop.
"-out of the doors on your left. Please mind the gap as you exit out of the car, and don't forget-"
"Shit!" Alex jumped up, scrambling for all of his belongings, and only barely made it out of the car before the automatic doors slid shut with a hiss.
Immediately, he was shoved into the mass of moving pedestrians, who all seemed to be heading in the same general direction. Facing no other option, Alex followed them up a couple of flights of stairs, through the ticket area, and finally out into the brisk London air.
Geez. Alex made sure to stay to the side of the sidewalk (or pavement, whatever) as he pulled out the directions that had arrived with his acceptance letter.
You will find the Leaky Cauldron on Charring Cross Road.
Pocketing the parchment, the fifteen year old boy started down the street, practically bubbling with energy.
However, twenty minutes later, Alex still hadn't found the pub, and his energy was starting to dwindle. He walked back down the street feeling a little frustrated.
Drip.
Alex looked up.
Drip.
No way.
Drip.
Then, with no other warning, it began to rain hard , and Alex had no choice but to sprint for cover.
"Fuck you too, England," he muttered, flattening himself under a small awning. It was then that he noticed the sign hanging next door. It was an old, wooden cauldron bearing the words 'The Leaky Cauldron' that Alex swore had not been there two seconds ago.
A bell chimed somewhere within the pub when he stepped into the small, shabby place. Alex looked around, hoping that he didn't look ridiculous standing there, dripping wet, but none of the patrons even spared him a glance.
Alex approached an imposing-looking wizard and tapped his shoulder. "Excuse me, but I'm going to Hogwarts in a couple of days, and I just wanted to ask if you knew how I could get to King's Cross Station from here?"
The stranger looked affronted. "What do you take me for, kid, a map? I have no idea: The only reason I'm here is to meet my friend Burr. I'm just a financials intern from Glasgow."
"Oh, sorry, I thought you looked kind of smart, so I just thought-"
"What's that supposed to mean?" the intern snapped, stiffening in his chair.
Alex was mortified. "I- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that! It's just, you look better from the back than you do from the front. No! That came out wrong."
He stood up, infuriated. "Who the bloody hell do you think you are, you twerp? Some kind of a smart aleck, eh? Well, let me tell you." The stranger jabbed a finger into Alex's chest. "You're just another fucking immigrant, so don't waste my time with your insufferable attitude, you know nothing! And if you -"
Alex didn't get to hear what he was going to say, because in that moment, a wave of anger rose up inside of him, and he punched the intern square in the face. The man stumbled backwards and was about to pull out his wand, but a couple of bartenders pulled him back, glaring at Alex.
'Great,' he thought, 'I just got here and I've already pissed someone off. Good job, Alex.' However, as he turned to hurry away, another thought struck him. That intern was kind of asking for it though, wasn't he? His immigrant status had always been a sore subject for him, and who did that wizard think he was? He knew nothing about Alex, about his past. He had worked his ass off just to keep on living. Alexander Hamilton was not, and would never be, just another immigrant.
Convincing himself that it wasn't his fault, Alex quickly raced to get checked in. He threw his bags into the room, changed into dry clothes, and hurried behind a tall witch to get through the brick entrance before the intern could challenge him to a duel or something.
Wow. The moment Alex saw Diagon Alley, the quarrel was forgotten. The place was simply... magical. It was lined with so many shops and vendors, and sold everything from 'Sleekeazy's new and improved hair tonic, guaranteed to grow you at least 6 cm overnight!' to 'England's fastest broom on the market, the Firebolt Novia!' Witches, wizards, and various other species bustled around the narrow street, and the soft screech of owls could be heard over the clamor of the shoppers. However, just as Alex was starting to really drink in all of the sights, he was elbowed aside by a pair of chattering girls. Upperclassmen at Hogwarts, judging by the air of disdain surrounding them and the robes they were wearing.
"-Aaron Burr, that fucking nerd, he's a prefect now, can you believe?"
"Ugh, with him patrolling the hallways we won't be able to have any fun."
"Yeah, he's such a goody-two-shoes, and did you hear he got, like, ten 'Outstandings'?"
He quickly lost them in the crowd, but not before noticing the boy who shouldered past them wearing green robes and a pin of the letter 'P' on his chest. The girls' conversation stopped abruptly when they neared him, and when he passed, they started giggling.
Alex, making a quick deduction in his mind, whirled around and ran after said 'prefect.' Gathering up his courage, he skidded in front of him and cut off the boy's path.
The prefect eyed him with obvious impatience. "Yes?"
Alex, oblivious to the boy's annoyance, gave him a wide smile. "I overheard a couple of students mention your name. Aaron Burr, right?"
The wizard narrowed his eyes. "Yes. Why?"
"Well I just thought I could meet you or something, because I heard you were really smart. I mean, you got ten Outstanding's, that's good right? I want to be like you and become a prefect too, so I was wondering if you could tell me how you did it? I mean, yeah, I'm pretty brilliant myself, but I thought that you could give me a couple of tips since I'm kind of new to here. I did read up on Hogwarts, but they didn't say much about O.W.L.s except for that it was this huge exam that fifth years took. You must be a sixth year, then. Also, I met this other guy who was, like, your friend or something, but he was an ass and said I was a smart aleck, plus some other things. Anyways, I punched him, but-"
Aaron cut him off. "Wait, hold up. First of all, calm down. Second of all, who the hell are you?"
Alex stopped bouncing up and down. "Oh," he stuck out a hand, "Alexander Hamilton, at your service."
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