A/N: Hey, all! I've been working on this fic for a while now and now I'm finally gonna put it up! This is a Tangled/Hunchback of Notre Dame story. This chapter is set almost a year after Gothel kidnapped Rapunzel. Also, Quasimodo can't really pronounce his Rs. Haha, well I hope you like it! Please R&R!

~ 18 years ago ~

One early fall morning, Mother Gothel had gone into Corona's town square to buy food and diapers for her new daughter she'd kidnapped a year earlier. Before she left the tower, she made sure Rapunzel was asleep and safe in her crib, not wanting to risk taking her into Corona. While buying bread from a merchant, she heard a man shouting in the square. After buying her bread, she went to see what was going on.

"DAMNATION! ETERNAL DAMNATION!" the man shouted. Oh, great, Gothel thought, one of those guys. "Through Christ is the only way into Heaven! You must be baptized in the name of the Lord, heathens!" Gothel rolled her eyes as she passed him. "You, there! Woman!" the man shouted towards Gothel.

"Oh, no," Gothel mumbled.
"Woman! Have you been baptized? Have you repented, sinner?" he asked her.

"Yes," Gothel replied, coolly, "for your information, I have. Many years ago. In the Notre-Dame Cathedral, no less."

"Wonderful! And what of your child?" the man asked. Gothel's eyes widened.

"What do you know of my child?" Gothel tried not to yell.

"You carry linens and food. I can only imagine you have a child at home. Has it been baptized?" Gothel relaxed slightly.
"Well, no," she answered truthfully.

"O! Let thine child repent! Let your child be baptized or damn it to Hell yourself!" the man carried on and on as Gothel walked away, thinking about what he said. Maybe the nut had a point. Gothel'd always considered herself a woman of faith and was quite proud of the fact she'd been baptized at Notre-Dame. Maybe Rapunzel needed to be baptized as well.

When she returned to the tower, she had made up her mind: she was going to take Rapunzel to Paris to baptize her at Notre-Dame. She figured Rapunzel was still plenty young enough so she would never remember the trip. It'd be the only time Gothel would ever let her out of the tower.

Feeling worn out from all the walking and decision making, Gothel picked up her sleeping daughter and rocked her as she sang,
"Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine…"

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A week later, they were in Paris. Gothel felt a sense of awe as she looked upon the grandness of Notre-Dame. As she walked towards the massive cathedral, Rapunzel securely in her arms, she had a disgusted look on her face as beggars and gypsies gallivanted around the streets. On the steps of Notre-Dame a beggar grabbed at her skirt.

"Spare change for a poor, old man, Madame?" he asked in a quivering voice. Gothel was thoroughly repulsed.

"Let go of me, you filthy peasant!" she said, trying to kick him off. When she was successful, she burst through the cathedral doors and shut them tight behind her. She shifted Rapunzel into one are and reached down with the other to brush off her skirt. "Mangy commoners!"

That was when a man in long black robes, who had been talking to a man in white before she burst in, walked towards her.

"Beggars?' he asked sympathetically. Gothel looked up to see the man with a triangular hat, clearly a high official of some sort.

"Yes," she said curtly. "Filthy things! Trying to get money out of me, hmph! Couldn't he see I have a child? I'ven't any money to give to him! And even if I did…" Gothel trailed off. The man had an apologetic smile.

"I am terribly sorry, Madame. I am trying to take care of those pests," he said. Gothel raised one eyebrow at him. "Ah, allow me to introduce myself. I am Judge Claude Frollo," he said with a bow.

"Madame Gothel," she replied with a slight curtsey. Frollo smiled.

"Madame Gothel, a pleasure," he smiled and turned his attention to Rapunzel. "And who's this?"

"This is my daughter, Rapunzel," she answered, looking down at Rapunzel who was staring in wonder at the things around her and giggling. "We've come here to get her baptized."

"Ah, wonderful! And is she yours biologically? I only ask because you look nothing alike, I don't mean to pry." Gothel stiffened but kept her cool.

"Actually, no. I… rescued her from… ungrateful parents," Gothel lied with perfection, adding a saddened tone to her voice.

"Really? I have done almost the same thing, you know. I have a boy, Quasimodo, almost three years old. His mother cast him away because he was born horribly disfigured. I am the only one kind enough to take care of the poor thing."

"You are truly kind, Judge Frollo," Gothel said with a semi-flirtatious smile. Frollo smiled too.

"Thank you, as are you, Madame. But please, call me Claude," he said with a grin, "Madame? Would you like me to show you around the finer points of Paris?" Gothel hesitated.

"I would love to, Claude, but Rapunzel—"

"Oh, don't worry about her! I'll have the Archdeacon take care of her. She'll be in the greatest care, I promise. And tomorrow we can baptize the dear girl."

"Well… Alright," Gothel agreed, giving into the man's charm. He smiled as she handed Rapunzel to the Archdeacon and then offered her his arm and led her out the doors.

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The Archdeacon immediately loved the small girl in his arms. She was so happy and bubbly and had the most beautiful hair he'd ever seen. He smiled, making gushy noises at her and tickling her chin. Rapunzel giggled wildly, her big, green eyes sparkling. That was when a thought occurred to him.

"I bet I know someone who would love to meet you, little Rapunzel." Rapunzel giggled and tugged at the man's white sideburns. "Ow! Ow! Easy, child!"

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At the very top of the cathedral, the Archdeacon entered a room very caustiosly.

"Quasimodo?" he asked, "Where are you, boy?" The Archdeacon heard the uneven patters of child's footsteps.

"Master?" Quasimodo asked appearing around the corner. "Oh. Hello, Archdeacon! Why are you here?" the small, red-haired boy asked in a high-pitched voice. The Archdeacon looked down at the poor, disfigured child.

"I've brought someone for you to meet. A friend," he said, kneeling to show Rapunzel to Quasimodo. The small boy moved closer, eyes widening as he saw the baby.

"Who is she?" he asked.

"Her name is Rapunzel. Would you like to hold her, Quasimodo?" The boy looked hesitant.

"She's not scared of monsters?" Quasi asked in a slightly sad tone. The Archdeacon sighed. He despised Frollo for telling this poor child he's a monster.

"No. No I don't think she is," he said, extending the girl out to him. Quasi sat down and the Archdeacon sat her in Quasi's lap. Rapunzel's big eyes stared up at the boy holding her and she grinned, slowly reaching her hand up towards him. There was a moment of anticipation and then suddenly Rapunzel grabbed a fistful of Quasi's hair and tugged.

"Ouch!" Quasimodo yelped and Rapunzel giggled wildly. The Archdeacon grimaced.

"Yeah, she likes to do that." Quasi smiled though and ran a hand through Rapunzel's hair.

"It's so pwetty," he said in awe. "And she's not scared of me!" The Archdeacon smiled.

"No, she's not," he said. "Now Quasi, can I trust you to take good care of Rapunzel while I go tend to the cathedral for a while?"

"Oh, yes, Sir! I pwomise! I'll take good care of her! I pwomise!"

"Okay," the Archdeacon smirked, "Be very careful with her and if you need anything, you know where I am," he said and left the room.

Quasi picked up Rapunzel under her arms and helped her stand.

"Do you want to meet my fwiends, Wapunzel?" She answered by laughing and pressing a plump palm against Quasi's cheek. The boy picked her up gently and walked towards three gargoyles. "Wapunzel, meet Victor, Hugo and Lavewne!" Quasi said as the three gargoyles came to life.

"Well what do we have here?" Victor asked.

"It's a baby, dummy!" Hugo said and Victor frowned.

"I know that, imbecile!"

"Well then why'd ya ask?"

"Will you two shut it!" Laverne interrupted their bantering and turned to Quasimodo. "What's her name, Quasi?"

"Wapunzel! Look at her hair, Lavewne! Isn't it pwetty?"

"Yeah it is!" Hugo answered.

"Oh, Quasi!" Laverne said, hopping towards a small table, "Look what we found for you!" He returned and held out his to Quasimodo, revealing a small, green animal.

"What is it?" Quasi inquired.

"It's a chameleon," Victor told him.

"He's a new friend for ya, Quasi!" Hugo mused.

"Thank you!" Quasimodo said, taking the chameleon. "Look, Wapunzel! Do you like him?" Rapunzel giggled and leaned in closely, examining the green mound. There was a pause and suddenly, the baby grabbed the chameleon and put it in her toothless mouth, slobbering all over the poor thing. Quasi gasped and took the animal from her.

"Wapunzel!" he laughed as he wiped the frightened animal clean on his shirt. "That's not what he's for."

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For the rest of the day, Quasimodo, Rapunzel, the chameleon and the gargoyles played together. Quasi and his friends became very attached to Rapunzel and when the Archdeacon came to take her back to Mother Gothel, Quasimodo was very upset.

"Does she have to go?" Quasi inquired, looking at the sleeping girl in his lap with sad eyes.

"Yes, I'm afraid she does, Quasimodo," answered the Archdeacon. "She's being baptized early tomorrow and then her mother's taking her home." Quasi was visibly upset. "I'm sorry, son, but you'll have to say your goodbyes." Quasi sighed.

"Well, goodbye, little Wapunzel," Quasi said, stroking her hair. Then he got an idea. He took the small chameleon off his shoulder and said, "Little chameleon, you go with Wapunzel. She will need a fwiend. But stay hidden. Her mommy pwobably don't like lizawds," the boy said and placed the chameleon in Rapunzel's hair, where it camouflaged itself to be barely visible. Quasimodo was going to miss the baby with the golden hair. As he handed her to the Archdeacon, he said, "I'll never fowget you, Wapunzel. I pwomise."

The next day, Rapunzel was baptized and Gothel took her back to the hidden tower in Corona.