A/N: Next chapter is here! From this chapter on the story will have to get a certain amount of reviews before I post the next chapter. Don't worry, I'll start small. Anyways, here's the next chapter for you all!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or The Hunchback of Notre Dame. If I did, I would either be J.K. Rowling or Victor Hugo, who has been dead since the mid 1800's. But the plot ish mine. "And what if I take it?" You ask? -chopping motion, strangling gestures- Need I say more? Didn't think so. On with the story!

Hermione was glued to the tiny television. A song was playing for the beginning of the movie. A scene was showing where gypsies were fleeing to Paris on a boat. She watched as a figure approached the gypsies, ready to capture them. A certain few words of the beginning song stung her heart:

Judge Claude Frollo longed
To purge the world
Of vice and sin

And he saw corruption
Ev'rywhere
Except within

"Why, it's just like Voldemort!" she gasped. "Purging the world of Muggle borns and half-bloods! But whenever something bad happens he finds someone else to blame!"

She sat glued closer to the television as Frodo killed a gypsy woman who had run, trying to save her baby. She watched as Frodo was forced to raise that child as his own, and as it grew into a feared, hunchbacked man, named Quasimodo.

Quasimodo was a gentle person in the movie, although he was considered a monster. He was locked in the bell tower, forbidden from leaving. Hermione grimaced, knowing exactly how Quasimodo felt. He picked up a small bird, afraid of flight, and encouraged it to fly away.

"If I'd picked a day to fly, of, this would be it. Besides, nobody wants to stay cooped up here forever." The bird soared off at these words, flying away from the place he had considered home to find a new one.

Hermione wished she could do that: fly away. She wanted to take to the skies and fly off, leave everything behind, start a new life. She wouldn't give up her current life for anything, but right now, all she wanted was to get away.

She watched as Quasimodo thought about going to a forbidden festival, and listened as Frodo tried to convince him that he was right, that the world was cruel and evil, and he should stay in. Hermione felt her heart pang; she knew what it felt like to be locked up with no contact, no life at all. Quasimodo was singing again; she listened closely to the lyrics.

Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone
Hungry for the histories they show me
All my life I memorize their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
Not above them
But part of them

And out there
Living in the sun
Give me one day out there
All I ask is one
To hold forever

Out there
Where they all live unaware
What I'd give
What I'd dare
Just to live one day out there

Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can see them
Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I was in their skin
I'd treasure ev'ry instant

Out there
Strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then
I swear I'll be content
With my share
Won't resent
Won't despair
Old and bent
I won't care
I'll have spent
One day
Out there

Hermione sat up straight. This was exactly how she felt! It was awful to be stuck in this stone tower, never knowing if she would ever get out. She knew it was necessary, of course…but she wished she could just go out, just for one day! Just so she could taste the day again. She jolted as Esmeralda, the beautiful gypsy dancer, was forced to take sanctuary in the church. A line jolted in her mind again.

Frodo was talking to Esmeralda. "You have chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless, and gypsies don't do well inside stone walls." She that was where it had come from! She had watched this movie before, but she had never realized the connection, as she didn't know about the Wizarding world or Voldemort at the time.

She stared silently at the screen as the rest of the tape rolled, and as the credits rolled across the screen, then ended. The screen turned blue, the tape rewinding automatically.

Her thoughts wandered back to the beginning of the movie. Was it possible? Could she find a way out of her awful prison? Quasimodo had, and he had turned out all right in the end, hadn't he? She pondered. Maybe it was possible that she could indeed fly out of her window to freedom…she jumped up and searched the stacks of books until she found the one she wanted: Animagi and the Art of Changing.

Two hours later, Hermione had finished the book and was ringing a bell at the tip of the door. She winced as a house elf appeared and bowed to her. "Please, Dobby, don't bow. I need you to take a message to Harry and Ron."

Dobby jumped up and down eagerly. "Dobby would be happy to take a message for Hermione to Harry Potter and his Weasey!"

Hermione smiled as Dobby's name for Ron. "Good. I need you to ask them to bring me all the books they can find on Animagi and becoming one. And any books on birds wouldn't hurt. Could you do that?"

Dobby, disregarding her earlier request, bowed and squeaked, "Of course, Miss Hermione!" With a small pop, he was gone.

Hermione sighed and sank into the large, cushy armchair that McGonagall had provided for her use. Hopefully Dobby wouldn't go overboard; she didn't need much, just enough to learn.

Half an hour later, Dobby and two other book-laden house elves stumbled in, laying the books at her feet and bowing low. "Harry Potter and his Weasey say this is all in the library, Miss!" Dobby squeaked, grinning excitedly at her.

Hermione smiled. "Thank you very much, Dobby, you did a very good job! And thank you both for helping him." She smiled to them as well. With squeaks and smiles, the three house elves bowed and disappeared, leaving Hermione with four dozen books. She sighed and began to attack the pile.

It was four in the morning when Hermione closed the last book. She set it down on top of the other books, plans upon plans crowding her swirled mind. She shook her head to clear her head, and settled herself. "I'm going to do it," she told herself firmly. "I'm going to get out of here."