Opening Author's Notes
Whew...now for one of those things I was really building towards, so I really hope I get this right. This'll also cover a few things that Hamilton doesn't touch on that I think are cool for people to know. Dedication goes once again to Katherine (GoldsberryDiggs on Wattpad) with secondary dedication to Mikki (Her_Tulip on Wattpad).
The honor of a nation is its life.
–Alexander Hamilton
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Near Hogsmeade, Scotland, UK
"Harry, Hermione..." Alex asked once they reached the entrance hall, once Neville, Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones had taken charge for the night shift.
"Yes?" Harry asked, with Hermione also turning.
Alex replied, "I'll help watch over John tonight. Keep this safe for me."
To their surprise, he pulled the box out and placed it in their hands. Harry looked down at it, then back up at Alex, and then back down.
"We will," Harry said with a smile, "But I think this belongs to you."
He had seen something red now sticking out of the box, effectively peeking out from under the lid. He opened the box and pulled it out, and all three of them gasped.
Harry had been right. Hiding somewhere inside the box had been an American flag, but instead of the modern American flag, it was the Stars and Stripes as they would have been during the Revolutionary War, with thirteen white stars in a circle instead of fifty in rows on the blue field in the upper left.
Harry and Hermione held the flag taut so that Alex could take it in in full, and then Hermione swished and flicked her wand to fold it up into a triangle-shaped package, which she handed to Alex as she said, "Hoist those colors as high as you can and let no enemy haul them down."
"MacArthur after the recapture of Corregidor in 1945...you never cease to amaze me, Hermione," Alex said with a growing smile, saluting them.
"Tell me something I don't know, Alex," Harry said, still smiling as he and Hermione returned the salute.
The Room of Requirement – Dumbledore's Army Training
The news had filtered in by the next day that the Quibbler stories and appeal for supplies had had the desired effect and then some. Not only was there food, medicine and potions enough by some distance to help those who had taken up refuge in and around Hogsmeade, but there had been increasing manpower, whether it be from those willing to fight back or those who preferred non-combat roles. Harry and the others had made sure to congratulate Luna, her father Xenophilius and Colin Creevey, who had volunteered as her photographer.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Dean, Justin, Parvati and Padma were back in the room to train while others helped in Hogsmeade for the current shift, and in between practice duels and target practice, they'd been discussing what Hermione had read back over in her spare time about Hamilton's early days. It also gave Ron, Ginny and Luna a chance to catch up on what else the others had found out about him.
"I thought I had Nargles and Wrackspurts enough until I saw this..." Luna said, passing one of Hermione's books on Hamilton around.
"Bloody hell, Harry, he had to deal with some of the worst that you and we had to deal with..." Ron breathed. "He had to deal with having no parents when he was twelve and had to deal with being poor at the same time, and that was just the start of it..."
"It makes what he went on to achieve even more amazing. Times like those have broken lesser men and made some turn dark," Harry said gravely. "Look at Tom Riddle."
Everyone recognized the reference to Voldemort's birth name and nodded solemnly.
"Of all the things he could have done in that situation, to basically write himself out of all that and go on to what he did..." Hermione said haltingly. "His letter describing the destruction of St. Croix after Hurricane Maria is moving enough as is, but all the more when you consider he taught himself..."
"Because he had to." Dean finished.
"Exactly." Hermione agreed, nodding. Then she noticed something and pointed.
They followed her hand and their looks turned nervous. As Alex had asked, Harry and Hermione had been keeping the box safe, and it was centered on a small circular lampstand-size table. As they watched, light started to suffuse from under the lid and ten of the keyholes had lit up.
"He's not anywhere around – why's it doing this?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Maybe..." Ginny said slowly, "It could be like a summoning ritual. At the very least, he'll know for sure that we all believe in him."
"I'm with Ginny on this," Ron said. "Maybe he's right outside and he has a way to know it's acting like this..."
"Now that I think about it..." Padma wondered, "Do you think this will be the only time it does this without him in the same room?"
"It's certainly the only time without him so far..." Harry answered.
He looked at Hermione, and the two nodded at each other. They then approached the box, lined up their wands with two of the keyholes and turned. The clicks as they did so were louder than the previous ones, as if something bigger was about to be unleashed than before, and the others noticed, looking at each other nervously. Then a determined look came over Ron's face.
"Count me in," He said. "We said we'd help him figure it out, didn't we?"
"We did," Parvati answered. "And we're not going back on that."
That was all it took. There was still trepidation, but nothing stopped the rest of them – Ron, Ginny and Parvati first – from lining up their wands with the keyholes and turning them.
A few seconds after the last of the nine of them had done so, the crank turned on its own.
Luna and Ginny gasped, while Harry called, "Everyone, get around it!"
They moved to the order smartly, forming a circle around the box. Ron still had his wand out as the light turned a bright, yet ethereal – almost ghostly – silver.
It was as if there was a Patronus inside, but no real music had yet started to play. There was only a suspenseful note that seemed to hang in the air, but Ron closed his eyes, held both hands up with his wand in his right hand and began,
[Ron] How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman
Dropped in the middle of a forgotten
Spot in the Caribbean – by Providence, impoverished, in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
His eyes then snapped open and he swished his wand. A piano then started up, with a violin coming in later. The light coming from the box also changed to gold. Heartened by this, the others continued,
[Justin] The 10-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter, by being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter
[Ginny] And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted
Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The man was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
[Dean] Then a hurricane came – devastation reigned
And he saw his future drip-dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
[Harry] Then the word got around – they said, "This kid is insane, man!"
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
"Get your education – don't forget from whence you came
And the world's gonna know your name! What's your name, man?"
Almost if he saw him coming, Harry turned towards the door, and no sooner had he done so than there were two more ominous clicks – one from the door and one from the box as the last keyhole was triggered. The music also paused.
The door opened, and there stood Alex with McGonagall behind him. He was holding the original American flag that had come out of the box, now attached to an oak flagpole adorned with gold. While McGonagall stopped outside the circle, Alex went to the center, stood next to the box and waved his wand.
There was an ominous dun-da-da-da-dun-dun-dun and the sound of a violin briefly playing before Alex sang,
[Alex] Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait, just you wait
As it had been during Alex's Sorting, there was a chill because the name itself felt like an incantation. This time, though, it was Alex speaking it and invoking its magic, and everyone else who was in the room could swear they felt their senses tingle with energy. Harry was somehow reminded of Voldemort rising from the cauldron in the Little Hangleton graveyard, only this was as wonderful as that had been terrible.
"Welcome back!" He exclaimed, beckoning Alex over.
"Harry, Hermione, thanks for bringing him back...bringing me back," Alex replied, wringing their hands gratefully as the others beamed at him and crowded around him in support. He then asked, "So, what'd I miss?"
"Not much – only we were spending our breaks from practice learning about Hamilton's early days. I can understand even more why you want to live up to the example he set," Harry replied.
Alex's smile looked wistful but was sincere. He said, "I know there's more to be told...please continue."
"You heard the man. Places, everyone!" Hermione said, and the others nodded vigorously and formed the circle again with Alex at the center, while Alex planted the flagpole into a stand that had appeared there. The music had been continuing, and Luna and then Padma sang,
[Luna] When he was ten, his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead, sitting in their own sick, the scent thick
And Alex got better, but his mother went quick
[Padma] Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothing but ruined pride, something new inside:
A voice saying, "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself!"
He started retreating and reading every treatise on the shelf
Alex had been closing his eyes, clearly drinking it in as his past story was retold. Harry noticed that he looked like he was visualizing it in lurid detail in his mind's eye. Hermione and Parvati's finish was then the most energetic part of all so far.
[Parvati] There would have been nothing left to do for someone less astute
He would have been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started working, clerking for his late mother's landlord
Trading sugarcane and rum and other things he can't afford
[Hermione] Scamming for every book he could get his hands on
Planning for the future, see him now as he stands on
The Express steaming north through a new land
At Hogwarts, he is now a new man!
Alex's eyes then snapped open, heard his newfound friends proclaiming him and looked around, now feeling fire rushing through his veins. He wondered to himself if this was fire not yet seen in 200 years and thought, Whatever it is, I'm ready to unleash it – to unleash the power of the past to change the future.
By now, it looked even more like a ritual because the ensuing segment of the song felt like a ritual chant with Harry, Hermione and the others still in a circle around Alex.
[Harry/Ron/Dean/Justin] At Hogwarts, he is now a new man
[Alex] (Just you wait)
[Harry/Ron/Dean/Justin] At Hogwarts, he is now a new man
[Alex] (Just you wait)
[Hermione/Ginny/Luna/Parvati/Padma] At Hogwarts, he is now a new man
At Hogwarts
[Harry/Ron/Dean/Justin] (Hogwarts)
[Alex] Just you wait!
[Hermione/Ginny/Luna/Parvati/Padma] Alexander Hamilton
[Harry/Ron/Dean/Justin] (Alexander Hamilton)
[Hermione/Ginny/Luna/Parvati/Padma] We have waited in the wings for you
[Harry/Ron/Dean/Justin] (Waited in the wings for you)
[Hermione/Ginny/Luna/Parvati/Padma] You could never back down
But have you learned to take your time?
In the aftermath, McGonagall updated them on the situation in Diagon Alley as they gathered near what looked to be a large blackboard that had appeared on the wall, with her standing in front.
"The Ministry bigot forces have for the most part been driven out of Diagon Alley thanks to the help you sent," She informed. "So that's a job almost well done as long as we can mop up and retake the Alley completely."
She then turned to Hermione and said, "Miss Granger, your suggestion to get informants and spies into their ranks is paying dividends. Already, we have learned from Ministry officials who are on our side that our enemy is retreating to the house of Antonio Judson, an unmarked Death Eater, in magical York."
"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said as Ron and especially Harry clapped her on the back.
"Sounds like a chance to mop even more of them up if we want and if we can figure out a way to do it," Harry added. "Do we know if Fudge and Umbridge will be there anytime soon?"
"We have it on good authority that they'll be there tomorrow night, Potter," McGonagall replied with even more of a feral smile. "And we're not the only ones who want to go for them either. Madam Bones has informed me that she and Aurors who are on our side – more loyal to her and our cause than to the Ministry itself – have been coordinating with their opposite numbers in America and France."
"Brilliant," Harry said, joy and steel evident at once in his voice. "Any word on whether they'd let us join the operation?"
He looked around and saw the others were also raring for a chance to end it if possible.
"We're working on that. I personally am doing all I can. You should also know that the French and Americans had the call on naming the operation and they've codenamed it Rochambeau."
"Operation Rochambeau? York?" Hermione asked, her mouth open. The significance and parallels were not lost on her.
"And Yorktown was named after York," Alex said, his eyes the widest of all. "Whoever came up with the code name for the operation sounds like they know their Non-Maj history."
"Which brings us to something you wanted to share, Hamilton," McGonagall finished, nodding at him.
He nodded back, and as she stepped aside, he went to the board, turned around and said,
"I have a bit of a confession...I'm not the only one who is the namesake and descendant of a hero of the Revolution. I have three good friends can say the same – and furthermore, they are descended from and named after close friends of Hamilton's and they are already pitching in to help bring down the pureblood bigots. You met two yesterday, so I think it's about time you learned more about them. How does that sound?"
"Fantastic," Harry said. "Only one thing first. Dobby?"
"Yes, Harry Potter, sir?" The colorfully dressed house elf asked, popping into view.
"Could we have refreshments, please?" Harry asked with a smile. "I get the feeling we'll be here a while."
"Indeed, yes, sir!" Dobby exclaimed eagerly. At that, the others smiled and Alex drew a folder from an inner robe pocket.
While Dobby and some of the other Hogwarts house elves laid out sandwiches, pasties, tea and coffee for those in the room, Alex pulled something out of the folder and said, "All right, let's start with someone you saw up close yesterday and who had a very close shave."
He slapped what he was holding onto the board, and as he moved his hand away, it magically stretched to cover the entire board. When it finished, the board looked to be a magical photograph of John, but on his feet and talking animatedly to others. It looked as if it had been taken back at Ilvermony.
"John Laurens, who was going by Ian Laurentius," Alex told the others. "He's a native of South Carolina like his ancestor and namesake and was sorted into Wampus at Ilvermony. Hermione?"
He nodded at her here, and Hermione knew it was because she'd shown that she'd read about Laurens. She nodded back after she and explained, "Besides being a Patriot, Laurens was also an abolitionist despite his father and his business partner running one of the biggest slave trading houses in America."
"I heard a bit about him too and I'm really glad we were able to help John in light of that...to put it mildly," Dean said meaningfully. "I also heard that Laurens believed that blacks and whites could co-exist in a democracy. He even wanted to incorporate black troops into his forces but was unable to because some gits in South Carolina got in his way."
Hermione nodded furiously and took a rather ferocious bite out of her chicken sandwich.
"I heard Laurens also dueled Charles Lee in order to avenge Lee's insults against Washington's character and won, shooting him in the side," Justin said as he downed his tea. "Hamilton was Laurens' second– "
"–Which is unquestionably ironic given the way he died." Alex finished frankly with a solemn nod.
"Is that the same General Lee who bungled the American command at Monmouth?" Dean asked.
"The exact same," Alex replied. "The duel was about half a year after the battle and Lee had already been court-martialed and dismissed for his incompetence."
"Is that the same Monmouth where the legend of Molly Pitcher came from?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, that one," Alex replied with a grin. "I might need you to help tell the others later, though, Hermione, because we might wind up short on time."
"Remind me to tell you about it," Hermione said quietly but eagerly to Ginny, Luna and the Patils. "It involved an American woman manning a cannon and continuing to work even after British cannon or musket fire tore away part of her dress."
"Ooh..." Ginny breathed, with Luna, Padma and Parvati all having their mouths in small silent O's.
Luna then found her voice and agreed. "Yeah, do tell us, Hermione! After this."
Hermione nodded and they turned back to Alex at the board. As the photo of John had been pulled off the board, it had shrunk back to his normal size and he had placed it back into the folder before pulling out a new photo and placing it on the board. As it stretched across the board, the others saw that the photo was one of a black boy with darker skin than Dean's and his hair in short black curls.
"Hercules Mulligan, who was going by Nemeus Mulligan," Alex informed. "Like me, he's a New York native who was sorted into Thunderbird when he came to Ilvermony."
He watched for nods from the others to indicate they understood and then added, "His ancestor and namesake was an Irishman who immigrated some time before the Revolution, settled in New York and attended King's College – which is now Columbia, as you first shared, Hermione – like Hamilton did."
Hermione nodded at that. An expression that was part bemused and part sheepish then appeared on Alex's face as he took a long sip of coffee and then continued,
"Now, let me tell you something not even many Americans know...for all he did for the United States, Hamilton was originally a Loyalist and might have remained that way if it wasn't for Mulligan."
"What?" Harry, Ron, Dean and even McGonagall asked, clearly stunned.
"You're joking!" Parvati and Padma said together.
"It's true," Alex replied sheepishly. "When Hamilton came to New York, he stayed with his family, came to share Mulligan's views and subsequently became a Patriot."
"And the rest is history," Dean remarked.
"Quite literally," Alex said with a smile. "Mulligan was part of the Sons of Liberty, the secret Patriot society that included Sam Adams, John Hancock, Paul Revere of the famous midnight ride, Patrick Henry – the same man who said, 'Give me liberty or give me death' – and even Benedict Arnold before he switched sides. We've adopted the name at Ilvermony for our version of Dumbledore's Army, only we're called the Sons and Daughters of Liberty."
Ron, his eyes widening, almost gulped down the half of a meat pasty that he had been chewing on. He exclaimed, "I never thought we'd inspire people in other countries to follow our example, so that's humbling!"
"Be proud, Ron," Alex said sincerely before he added, "That goes for all of you."
He made sure to meet the eyes of every DA member in attendance, making sure to save a look of special praise for Harry, Hermione and Ron. He then continued,
"Mulligan's particular role in the Revolution was as a spy since he was a tailor who ran a high-end haberdashery that attracted British officers with the money to afford his services. When the British recaptured New York, Hamilton recommended him to George Washington as a method of keeping tabs on the British in New York for that reason."
"Interesting..." McGonagall said, stroking her chin.
"Definitely, Professor," Alex agreed. "Even more so when you consider that it's been written that Mulligan saved Washington's life twice with information he provided. I personally think it's more than that."
"Really?" Dean asked, his eyes widening as he had paused with a pasty halfway to his mouth.
"Really," Alex replied.
"Wicked..." Dean breathed.
"When you consider that, I suppose it should come as no surprise that no coincidence that the current Mulligan is already in magical York using the same approach to great effect," McGonagall said. "Already, he has provided us a good amount of useful information."
"I disagree on one count, actually, and let me tell you why..." Alex said with a hint of mischief in his grin. "I personally think what he's doing is even more audacious than what his ancestor did."
"How so?" Padma asked, pricking her ears up.
"A lot of the supplies and goods we managed to recover from Diagon Alley were from Madam Malkin's," Alex explained. "Hercules bought a bunch of those and also similar supplies from Gladrags in a deal that favored Malkin's and Gladrags. It not only helps them out in a time of need, but he's also confident he can recoup a profit even with that..."
"With a lot of Ministry officials and other bigots as his clientele, basically giving him their money? That's brilliant!" Ginny exclaimed.
"He sounds like he could do a lot to make a girl look good, but I might have to pay a pretty Galleon to get it!" Parvati commented.
"I won't lie, Parvati – he isn't cheap, but he doesn't produce cheap work," Alex said with a glint in his eye and a grin. "But I'd be happy to see if he could do something for less as a favor to me."
Parvati smiled back as Alex removed the photo of Hercules from the board and pulled another out of the folder. "Okay, now for one more...and I think you might recognize the name."
As he slapped the photo on the board and as the photo expanded, they saw a man who was also black, but with a skin tone similar to Dean's, and his black hair was tied in a small man bun and he had grown mutton chops. He also wore a light blue Beauxbatons uniform.
"Gilbert du Motier, better known as the Marquis de Lafayette," Alex informed.
"Lafayette!" Hermione exclaimed, turning to Dean, Justin and Harry. "That was it! That was how we heard about him – especially since we visited Picpus Cemetery!"
"Blimey, I'm ashamed we didn't remember it sooner. Sorry, Alex," Dean said sheepishly.
"And that's the one we saw helping Fleur in Diagon Alley, too!" Justin yelled.
"Nothing to apologize for, Dean," Alex replied kindly. "But since I know that some of you have heard of him, can anyone tell me who he was?"
Justin raised his hand and answered, "Basically, the only French general fighting alongside the Americans until Burgoyne's defeat at Saratoga, which convinced France to enter the War of Independence."
"Very good, Justin!" Alex said, clapping. "If I could, I would be giving points to Hufflepuff for that."
"Leave that to me, Hamilton," McGonagall said with a twinkle in her eye eerily reminiscent of Dumbledore. "Finch-Fletchley, take five points for Hufflepuff."
Justin flushed, and Hermione and Dean looked at their old Head of House a little quizzically. McGonagall, seeing this, then replied, "I shall have to look over my memory of this and award further points to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw for being well-read and sensitive to a foreign student and history that is dear to him."
That successfully turned those looks into smiles, and they nodded at Alex to continue. He nodded back and said, "The current Lafayette distinguished himself at Beauxbatons and was even one of those chosen as a Beauxbatons delegate for the Triwizard Tournament two years ago," Alex continued. "The only reason he wasn't here at Hogwarts was because he had already elected to be an exchange student at Ilvermony instead, and that's how John, Hercules and I met him – or met him again, if you prefer."
"Hang on, Alex," Harry said as a realization hit him. "From what I gathered from her letter, Fleur knew him and who he was descended from and named after and was in on helping keep it a secret. She addresses him as Gilbert instead of Lafayette."
"That is correct, Harry," Alex confirmed. "Lafayette was one of Fleur's few male friends at Beauxbatons before the tournament. You and he are part of the handful of wizards who can resist her Veela allure."
"Really does make sense," Parvati said, turning to the others and she finished, "You know I like looking good, but not so boys drool over me like a piece of meat."
They grinned and laughed briefly before Alex continued, "They did bond as a result – Lafayette was a bit short of friends too since the Lafayette name is actually famous in magical France as well as the Non-Maj world."
"The Marquis, Miss Delacour and their allies have been assisting the members you have dispatched with retaking Diagon Alley since yesterday," McGonagall informed them. "Laurens rejoined them as soon as Madam Pomfrey pronounced him fit."
The door opened again just as Alex was pulling the photo of Lafayette off the board and Colin appeared, showing two people in: Fleur and Lafayette. Both of their faces and their Beauxbatons uniforms had some dirt and soot on them, but they were both smiling broadly.
"'Arry!" Fleur shouted, running to him and giving him a hug. While the other Britons smiled at that, Lafayette went to Alex.
"Is it done?" Lafayette asked, his tone leaving no doubt as to what he meant.
"It is, Lafayette," Alex answered resolutely but with a smile. "Harry reminded me that history has its eyes on all of us once again no matter who we are, and he's not running from being a Potter and the Boy Who Lived at a time like this, so I'm taking up the Hamilton name. We also found one of our old flags that our ancestors must have carried into battle inside the box, and Hermione reminded me to hold those colors and let no enemy take them down."
He motioned towards the Revolutionary-era American flag.
"Bravo, Alexander," Lafayette breathed, slapping his hand and shaking it. Then he turned to the others, primarily Harry and Hermione, and said, "Thank you all...not just for what you did for Alexander, but for those who needed you."
McGonagall and the DA members in attendance nodded and smiled at that, and Hermione replied, "De rien (You're welcome)."
Lafayette's smile grew and he introduced Alex to Fleur as Alexander Hamilton before Alex introduced Lafayette to Harry, Hermione, Ron, their comrades and McGonagall.
"I heard you had to deal with some unmarked Death Eaters while you two were down there," Harry said, bringing drinks and plates of food for Lafayette and Fleur.
"Most would 'ave backed down from them, but Gilbert is not one of those people," Fleur said proudly.
"Fuckin' right, he isn't," Alex agreed in a similar tone.
"Language! McGonagall's right here!" Hermione hissed, but McGonagall was actually not disapproving and pointed back towards the table where the box still was. It was glowing and just about every keyhole was lit up.
Lafayette saw this, and even though he had merely had a sandwich and some coffee, caught Alex's eye and tilted his head in its direction with a broad grin. Alex nodded with a smile and said, "Let's do it."
Lafayette was first to line up his wand with one of the keyholes and turn it. Fleur and Alex then followed, with the others close behind. Once everyone but McGonagall and Colin had done so, Alex turned the crank, and a growing golden light became visible from under the lid as a melody similar to the previous one started, though slightly faster. Fleur and Alex took the lead to start,
[Fleur] 'Ow did a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower
Zomehow defeat a global superpower?
[Alex] How did we emerge victorious from the quagmire
Leaving battlefields waving Betsy Ross's flag higher?
Yo, turns out we have a secret weapon
An immigrant we know and love who's unafraid to step in
[Fleur] Now he's constantly confusing, confounding pureblood 'enchmen
[Alex/Fleur] Everyone, give it up for America's favorite Fighting Frenchman!
At this, Lafayette jumped onto an empty table, and if Harry, Hermione and Co. had been thinking Alex had been going fast at the Three Broomsticks, they found Lafayette was something else.
[Hermione/Dean/Justin] Lafayette!
[Lafayette] I'm taking this horse by the reins
Making Death Eaters deader with bloodstains
[Hermione/Dean/Justin] Lafayette!
And I'm never gonna stop until I make 'em drop,
Burn 'em up and scatter the remains! I'm–
[Hermione/Dean/Justin] Lafayette!
[Lafayette] Watch me engaging them!
Escaping them! Enraging them! I'm–
[Hermione/Dean/Justin] Lafayette!
He then jumped down from the table as they continued,
[Lafayette] We went to France for more funds
[Hermione/Dean/Justin] Lafayette!
[Lafayette/Fleur] And came back with more guns
And ships – and so the balance shifts
[Fleur] A rendezvous with Rochambeau, consolidate our gifts
[Lafayette] We can end this war in Yorktown, leave them all at sea
But for this to succeed, there is someone else we need
"We know!" McGonagall said, her smile now wide.
[Dean/Justin] Hamilton!
[Lafayette] 'Cause he knows what to do in a trench
Ingenuitive and fluent in French, ami!
[Fleur/Luna] Ronald, too!
[Lafayette] Oh, we'll have to use him eventually
What's he gonna do on the bench, ami?
[Harry/Parvati/Padma] Hermione!
[Lafayette] No one has more resilience
Or matches our practical tactical brilliance!
[Hermione/Ron/Ginny] Harry, too!
"You wanna fight for your land fair?" Lafayette asked Harry, rounding on him.
"Harry, too!" Hermione, Ron and Ginny shouted again.
With a hard glint in his eyes and a feral smile on his face, Harry shook Lafayette's hand firmly and replied, "Get the DA right there!"
Lafayette returned the feral smile and finished,
[Lafayette] Get the DA right there
We know they gotta get the DA right there
I mean, we've gotta put some thought into the letter
But the sooner, the better
To get the DA right there!
Closing Author's Notes
You get one guess as to one of the songs that'll be featured in the next chapter (I've given some hints, so I'm only giving the one guess!) Also working on having a touch of action in the next chapter. This was a little longer than I was hoping it to be (and that's definitely not something I say all the time), but I hope it's excusable because it involves something pivotal.