Yay chapter two! I hope you guys will like this story. HoND is my fav Disney movie of all time! In this chapter, you will meet Marie and her overbearing family. As well (dun dun DUN!) Frollo's brother Jean appears! I'm using the song "Home" from theBroadway musical Beauty and The Beast in this chapter. Enjoy and please review!

Quasimodo was cleaning the vespers inside the bell tower. It was a few days after Easter and Quasimodo was going into town that day until Esmeralda, followed by Djali, climbed up to Quasi's home.

"Quasi?" she called.

"Oh hi Esmeralda, what brings you here." He asked.

"Well I just saw Phoebus and you are not going to like what you are about to hear." She said

"What is it?" asked Quasimodo.

"Phoebus heard over at the Palace of Justice that the new Minister of Justice has arrived."

"Oh, well that's nice..." said Quasi

"That's the thing Quasi, it's not nice." She said

"Why?"

"Because he's...Frollo's brother." She hesitated to say.

Quasimodo stood there in shock and put his hand on his cheek.

"Have you met him before?" she asked.

"As a matter of fact yes." He replied. "I met him when I was a little boy, probably when I was 8 years old. He was like in his 20's I think. He stayed with Frollo for about a month."

"Do you remember what he was like?" she asked.

"He was just as cold and dark as Frollo." He said. He would tease and curse at me whenever Frollo turned around and even when he was there he wouldn't do it as much but it was still...awful!" he said and turned around to look at his town carvings.

Esmeralda put her hands on his shoulders and gently rubbed it.

"I just don't understand why they would ask him to come after what his brother did." He said.

"I don't know either Quasi, I pray that he doesn't hurt you or my people as well." She said.

"What if he seeks revenge on me?" he suddenly realized as he turned to face her.

"But you didn't kill him Quasi!" she said

"I know, but I'm sure he thinks I did it." He said as lowered his head. Esmeralda lifted his chin with her hand. "I won't let him convict you my dear friend. He has no proof whatsoever." She said with a smile.

"Have you seen him yet?" Quasimodo asked.

"No not yet, Phoebus just told me and I came here after I saw him." She said.

"I'm so worried." Quasimodo said.

"He can't take your freedom away Quasi, you'll be safe here." She said and kissed his cheek. He blushed and took her hand. Esmeralda realized that she needed to take his mind off of this quickly.

"Come with me to the market, I need to pick up a few things." she said as she took his hands and headed downstairs..

Quasimodo and Esmeralda took each other's hand and hurried into town. While Esmeralda and Quasimodo were in the marketplace, Phoebus rode by on his horse.

"Hey Quasi, did Esmeralda tell you?" asked Phoebus.

"I'm afraid she did. I just don't understand this at all!" Quasimodo replied.

"I don't either Quasi but I have a bad feeling about it." Said Phoebus.

"Have you seen him yet?" asked Esmeralda.

"Yes and you'll see him come by soon." Said Phoebus.

"Really how do you know?" asked Quasimodo.

"The Duke and Duchess and their daughter are arriving in Paris today and he's escorting them to their chateau in town.
The sounds of trumpets were blowing near by and out from the corner of the street came a glimpse of white horses and a carriage.

"That must be them." Said Esmeralda.

"I can't let him see me." cried Quasimodo as he hid amongst the crowd who was watching the arrival.
"Esmeralda stay by him, I have to stand here." Phoebus said. Shenodded and went to stay by Quasimodo. As the horses drew closer, Quasi was able to recognize which one Frollo's brother was. He remembered his name was Jean. He had the same nose and dark eyes as Frollo and had brown hair. He had a hard, cold look on his face, the same one Frollo always had. He looked straight foreword as he was near Quasimodo, he didn't look into the crowd at all. Quasimodo ducked as low as he could but was still able to see him. He noticed how Jean's eyes were twitching, almost as if he could see Quasimodo from the corner of his eye. Quasimodo quickly buried his face so he wouldn't be seen. He waited until Esmeralda told him it was okay to come up. But Quasi's heart was beating really fast and for the first time in 3 months, he was in fear.

"Well this place is just beautiful!" cried the Duchess. She and her husband looked around at their new home. The Duchess had light grey hair and wore a red dress with gold trim. The Duke was fat and had a long
moustache and had brown hair with grey streaks.

"Isn't it Uberta? I thought you would adore it!" said the Duke as they entered the house.

"What do you think Marie?" the Duke asked. Marie looked around to look at her new home. Marie was a beautiful woman, she had long brown hair and big brown eyes. She had rosy cheeks and pink lips and her skin was white and porcelain like. She wore a long blue dress with dark blue trimmings.

"It is lovely. I like it much better than our home in Normandy. And it's nicer than the one in Lorraine. And our home before that. And before that. Yep...they are all alike" She replied sarcastically. She hated moving around.

"I agree my dear!" cried the Duchess. "It hink that this is indeed the best out of all our homes!"

Jean entered the house and walked over to the Duke.

"I hope everything is alright?" Jean asked.

"Oh everything is fine Minister Frollo!" cried the Duke, "It's just superb!"

"I'm glad you think so, if there is anything I can do for you let me know." Jean said.

"You have been truly great to us so far, escorting us from Normandy and all." The Duchess said.

"It's my pleasure since you were the one who requested for me to be the Minister of Justice." Said Jean.

"Oh no trouble at all, we know you're brother would have wanted it. Such a tragedy how he died whenhe fell to his death.I couldn't believe it after you told me" Said the Duke

"Yes, such a pity. It wasn't his fault though. Someone led him down the wrong path." Said Jean in a cold-hearted tone."Is everything alright for you Lady Marie?" he asked while walking over to her.

"I'm fine Monsieur thank you." Said Marie as she stared blankly at him.

"Very good, I'd like to call on you sometime, if you don't mind." Said Jean as he took her chin in his hand.

"I..uh..." she stammered as she was trying to decline.

"It would be an honor, wouldn't it Marie?" the Duke said.

"Yes, I'd love for you to call on me." Said Marie with a fake grin.

"Excellent!" said Jean. "If there's anything you all need, let me know."

He said as we was leaving out the door. As soon as he closed the door, Marie let out a sigh and rolled her eyes.

"You have to grow to like him my pet." Said the Duke. "He could make a good husband for you."

"Papa, I tried to at least talk to him on the trip, but he's so cold and arrogant and very...serious." said Marie. "We have nothing in common and he's soooo much older than me!"

"Darling, we're just looking out for you. We want someone to take good care of you, and not just anyone may I mind you! Someone of nobility and honor, such as Minister Jean!" said the Duchess.

"But Mama, I want to fall in love on my own! Not just be betrothed to anyone, I don't like it!" said Marie.

"Well if you find someone better than him, you can marry him." Said the Duke. "But until then, he's our pick."

Marie sighed and decided to change the subject. "Well can I at least go out into Paris tommorow?"

"By yourself?" said the Duchess.

"I am 18 years old Mama, I'll be alright."

"Absolutely not, people can do terrible things to you out there, it's out of the question!" said the Duke.

"But Papa I.."

"No BUTS, this discussion is over!" the Duke cried. Marie stormed off to her room. She slammed the door and sobbed softly. She thentook some notice of her new room which seemed like her new prison cell.She felt like she had no freedom at all. She longed to do stuff by herself and explore and meet new people. She felt like she was trapped. She felt like this new home was going to be like all her other homes. She sat on her bed, and looked out the window, wishing for her childhood days to come back where she had more freedom.

Marie soflty sang...

Is this home?
Is this where I should learn to be happy?

Never dreamed that a home could be dark and cold.
I was told every day in my childhood
even when we grow old...
"Home will be where the heart is."
Never where words so true.
My heart's far, faraway...
home is too.

Is this home?
Is this what i must learn to believe in?
Try to find something
good in this tragic place.
Just in case I should stay here forever
held in this empty space oh, but that wont be easy.
I know the reason why.
My heart's far, far away...
home's a lie.

What I'd give to return
to the life that I new lately.
But I know that I can't
solve my problems going back!
(she goes out to the balcony)

Is this home?
Am I here for a day or forever?
Shut away from the world until who knows when.
Oh, but then as my life
has been altered once
it can change again.
Build higher walls around me!
Change every lock and key!
Nothing lasts.
Nothing holds all of me.
My heart's far,far away
home and free!

Marie looked all over Paris from her balcony. It was actually the most beautiful city she has ever been in, in spite of all her traveling. The bells were chiming from Notre Dame and the stars were shining so bright from above. She could see people in the street from where she was.

"I would give anything to have what they have." She said to herself.

And suddenly, an idea came to her.

She got a cloak from her closet and climbed down the wall from her balcony with vines growing underneath. She quietly went through the back garden. She looked all over the place to make sure she wasn't being watched. Marie then saw a tree that reached to the top of the wall. She climbed up the tree and almost slipped while reaching the top, but gained her balance.She got on top on the wall, and jumped down to the street below. 'Okay Marie.' She thought. 'No turning back now.'

Without looking back, she went into the streets of Paris on that dark night.