Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunchback of Notre Dame, the version I will be using is owned by Disney. I am only responsible for the reactions the characters all have to what they watch. This will be the first 'Watching the movie' fic I have done/seen for the Hunchback. I hope you enjoy it and please review so I know what I can change/add to make it better.

"The bells" –Talking (outside the movie)

'Of Notre Dame' –Thoughts (outside the movie)

"Topsy-Turvy" –Talking (inside Movie)

"The Feast of Fools" –Singing (inside Movie)

Prologue: The Flash

It was a beautiful day in Paris, just like every other day. The people milled around, going about their day as they usually did. In the city square, a group of gypsies were putting on a show. Putting on a puppet show for the younger children was Clopin, the man of a thousand talents. He could sing, he could dance, and he was a jack of all trades.

Across from him, entertaining an older audience, was the beautiful Esmerelda, looking around twenty years old. Her long, wavy black hair twirled around her as she spun. Her starling emerald eyes and ruby red lips drew men and women to stare at her beauty. She wore a golden hoop earring on her left ear, a golden bangle upon her left wrist and matching bracelet and anklet on her right hand and foot.

Her shirt was white with puffy elbow-length sleeves, collar, a teal bodice with gold vertical stripes, a lavender skirt and purple sarong with both a gold border and about four round tassels, a white petticoat, pink ribbon to tie her hair back, a clear lavender shawl with gold stars all over it, and no shoes.

She danced to the music along with her pet goat, Djali, as they earned money to live on. Once the music stopped though, Esmeralda, Djali, and Clopin were all engulfed in a bright white light, before disappearing.

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In a tent far from Paris, Captain Phoebus stood reading over a letter. He was a tall man, sun-blond hair and a blond beard. His armor was golden with softer blue cloth placed under it. As he re-read the letter he sighed to himself.

"Frollo. Does he not realize how important this war is? The king would not approve of having any resources taken," he grumbled to himself. The letter he had received was from the Minister of justice, Judge Claude Frollo. According to the minister, Phoebus was required to return to Paris within a month.

Before he could do anything else, the same light that surrounded the gypsies surrounded him as well. And like those before him, he was soon gone.

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Within the Palace of justice, Claude Frollo was planning. He had mapped out the entire city and was trying to think of a way to find the Court of Miracles, home of the Gypsies. Frollo was a man obsessed, obsessed with justice, order, and making sure his city was perfect.

Just as he had placed a pin in the map, he was spirited away by a white light. Over within the bell tower of Notre Dame and down in the church, another four flashes occurred.

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Within a large room, cloaked in darkness all around, nine small flashes and one large flash lit the entire room up for a few seconds. Once the flashes ended, there were exclamations of alarm from almost everyone within, with the exception of four who hid high above in the darkness of the rafters.

In the room were Clopin, Esmerelda, Djali, Phoebus, Frollo, the Archdeacon, and almost every Gypsy in Paris. Everyone looked around in confusion, questioning where they were and how they came to be here.

Phoebus stepped forward, drawing his sword as he did. "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" he yelled out, searching for the entity that had stolen them all away.

"Calm yourself Captain, I'm sure that whatever brought us here has a good reason," chided Frollo, remaining as calm as possible. Inside though, he was enraged. 'Who dares to kidnap a man of God?! I will have them sent to hell's fire!'

Before anyone could say anything else, a voice rung out, "how kind of you Judge Frollo, so different than how you usually are." They all turned quickly to see a man step from the shadows.

He stood 5'9, covered by a white cloak with a hood pulled over his head to hide his eyes. He was of a sturdy build, wearing brown Leather armor under the cloak, when he spoke his voice resonated with pure power. Even his whispering, which is how he first spoke, was loud enough to be heard by all.

The Archdeacon, seeking a peaceful solution, stepped forward and asked kindly, "my good sir, May I ask why you have brought us here?"

The man smiled and said, "such a kind soul, truly you are a just and fair man." As the Archdeacon smiled in thanks, the man stood tall and spoke, "as to why you are here. It is to stop the destruction of Paris."

Everyone gasped, then began panicking as they asked what the man meant. Their questions drowned out all other noise, creating a jumble of confused words.

The man waited before speaking in a firm voice, "calm yourselves my friends, for you are all here to watch and learn." He snapped his fingers and hundreds of lights flashed on. With the lights now available, the people could see a stage of some sort up front and hundreds of seats before it.

"Sit, and I shall explain." He glanced up towards the high rafters. 'Get comfortable Quasimodo, I shall call you down soon' he sent this message to the mind of the ones hidden in the rafters, surprising them to no end.

Flashing onto the stage, the man began his explanation. "I shall start with my name. I am Dovahcreed518, head of the Assassins guild in the region of Skyrim. I have brought you all here to watch a movie, it is like a play but the actors cannot see you." They all appeared amazed at what he described, once they calmed down he said, "Now, we shall watch the events of your future. Precisely beginning in one month."

He flashed away as the lights dimmed again, and soon a screen dropped down on the stage. Soon, light appeared on the screen and the movie began.

END PROLOGUE