Ok, so here's my disclaimer, I do not own HoND, nor do I own its awesome songs and characters, I just own, well, me. -_-'

Hope you guys enjoy it, comments are welcome, and constructive criticism, no flaming please.

This is a Clopin/oc fic, because honestly, Phoebus is kind of taken. :p

Chapter 1: Saturday Night is NOT Alright.

Another night home. Sick, alone, and with nothing to do. This Saturday night is proving to be boring, and it's not even nine yet. "Just had to get sick today, didn't ya Aubrey?" I sniffled to myself, as I lazed about on the couch. I had on a pair of yoga pants, a tank top, and a sweater to keep myself comfy under all the blankets as I watched TV. My parents and sister had gone out tonight, seeing as how we'd already had plans. I coughed harshly, and flicked through a few channels with the remote. How is it that it is Saturday night, and there is nothing good on the television? I sighed, cleared my throat, and got up to pull out some movies. Now, I may be nineteen years old, but who doesn't love Disney movies? They're appropriate at ANY age in my opinion. Brushing my long blonde hair back from my face and out of my blue eyes, and started choosing movies for me to watch until I either fell asleep or my family came home. I sat there for a minute or two, then finally stood up holding The Hunchback of Notre Dame, seeing as how I hadn't watched it in a very long time. As I stood to my full height of five feet, six inches, I sneezed slightly. I am seriously not digging this cold right now I thought to myself as I placed the movie in the player and hit play.

Now, I know I may not have seen this movie in a few years, but last I remember the tape still worked. This is why I was very confused when all I got was static as the tape began to play. Growling in frustration, I got ready to hit eject, when something very peculiar happened to me. Now I know this sounds very cliché, but as I touched the VCR, I felt a slight tugging sensation. My eyes widened, and I started to panic as I watched my hand being pulled into the tape coming out of the player. Naturally, I started screaming my head off, right before I left the room permanently. The last thing I saw as I was sucked in was the TV magically turning off, and then it all went dark.

I know I couldn't have been out for long, and as I felt awareness of myself again, I was beginning to wonder if I had just had a very freaky dream. I could hear horses and carriages driving by, people talking in the background, even some music. I thought I had just fallen asleep through the opening credits, when I felt water splash me in the face. Very. Cold. Water. I screamed, and jolted myself up , my eyes flying open to find a sight I should have only been seeing on a television screen. I saw the buildings and the people of France all around me. I could feel the cobble stones beneath me, the puddle my hand had landed in. I was in Paris. Breathing frantically, I got up to my feet and spun around, wondering if this was just a hallucination. Ok, Ok, calm down, don't freak out. This is a dream Aubrey, a very odd and realistic dream, just pinch yourself, and you'll wake up. I pinched myself. "Ow! Oh God. Oh no, oh no, oh no…" I was in deep trouble. This was very real.

"This is real. I'm in Paris in the 1500's. I'm in a Disney adaptation of a friggin book!" I could feel my bare toes getting cold, and I realized I was still in the clothes I had on before. Deciding the best option would be to start looking for a familiar site in the moving, I started walking ahead of me, trying my best to stay out of the way and unnoticed. All the while, I looked around for any characters I could recognize. I ran a hand through my curls, slightly stressed, as I wasn't finding anything yet. Turning my gaze back in front of me, I just barely stepped out of the way of a man on a horse. Quickly apologizing, I turned away from the stranger to find myself smack dab in the middle of the courtyard in front of Notre Dame herself. "Oh wow. It's so… Beautiful." I said to myself quietly as I made my way to the front of the church. The architecture and gargoyles seemed so beautiful high above me, the stained glass left me in awe. I could feel my jaw go slightly slack as I heard the bells beginning to ring. I began to notice, that for the few people I had seen before, not many people were actually out yet. It was getting lighter and lighter as I stood there, and I realized it was morning. Remembering the opening song to the movie, I couldn't help but want to sing it. So softly I began it as I stood before the church steps, staring as the stones began to become lighter with the sun.

"Morning in Paris, the city awakes
To the bells of Notre Dame.
The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes
To the bells of Notre Dame.
To the big bells as loud as the thunder,
To the little bells soft as a psalm,
And some say the soul of the city's
The toll of the bells.
The bells of Notre Dame."

I stood there for a while after that, just staring at the majesty of the church. I could hear people beginning to start their days behind me, and as I realized this, I also found something very odd. "My throat isn't sore. I'm not all stuffed up! I'm not sick! Figures that in a Disney movie I'd suddenly be cured… Haha!" I smiled brightly to myself, then turned around and began watching the citizens of paris start their days. Hanging their clothes, opening their windows to clean their houses, opening their shops and setting up their carts. I hadn't even noticed the giant stage being set up in the square. "It's the Festival of Fools tomorrow! I almost forgot!" I smacked myself in the forhead, than began to think of any upcoming events that I'd be missing. "What came after this again? Quasimodo sings, he decides to go to the Festival, blah blah, blah… Oh! Phoebus is meeting Esmerelda soon!" I jumped at this, and then began to run and weave my way through the crowds of people in the streets. I hadn't realized there were so many people here. As I ran off and began my search for Esmerelda, I did not notice the eyes of a certain gypsy follow me from the square. They seemed to twinkle with hidden laughter under the purple and gold of his mask as he watched the strange girl dressed in odd men's clothing who sang with the bells.

Ok, so that's Chapter 1 I think. Pretty good, no? I didn't really feel like introducing any characters for a bit, so next chapter will include at least a few. I realize there wasn't a lot of talking, but that's because I'm talking to myself, as usual… Anyhow, leave comments, be good kiddies, and I'll see you all in the next chapter! 3