Chapter 12

Harry huffed in anger, the day had started off so well and now this had happened! He had warned Esmeralda time and time again to be careful, to watch what she was doing! But like normal she had chosen to wave his concerns off and now this had happened!

Harry looked at Esmeralda's ankle as he put some ice on it to stop the swelling, how could she be so stupid? She had known that the guards would have been looking for her yet she still chose to annoy them, to have them chase her.

"You are so stupid! What the hell were you thinking? You could have died!"

Esmeralda ducked her head in shame; she had forgotten that people worried about her, that people cared about her.

"Harry, I am sorry. I didn't think that they could catch me."

Harry sighed and shook his head, he couldn't stay angry with her no matter how hard he tried, and in fact he couldn't stay angry with anyone for long periods of time. Harry sighed and shook his head; he wished that for once he could stay angry at people.

"What has been done is over and done with now; there is no sense in being angry over something that has happened. There is nothing we can do to change it."

Esmeralda smiled, it was small and not like her normally bright ones but it was still there.

"Sometimes I wonder what we did to deserve you."

Harry shrugged his shoulders and stood up; he truly had no idea what to say to that.

"I will go and find lord giddiness; honestly he is like a child at the moment."

Esmeralda gave a giggle as Harry began to walk away, she sighed she hadn't meant to cause this much trouble; still she had met someone that she could see herself with later on. Esmeralda gave a dreamy sigh as she thought about the captain of the guard.

"Clopin, might I have a word?"

Clopin turned around and looked at Harry, Harry noticed that Clopin looked well; he looked as though someone had dragged him through a bush backs then threw him into a body of water and threw him into mud.

"What happened to you?"

Clopin tried to give Harry a smile he really did but he failed before it even had chance to form on his face.

"There were some troubles with the costumes."

Harry snorted and raised an eyebrow before dryly stating.

"Right, hence why it looks as though you have not bathed in weeks."

Clopin glared at Harry although Harry could tell that he didn't mean it, that he was tired and he lacked strength which mean that this news was going to be very bad for him.

"Esmeralda hurt her ankle and needs to stay off it for a couple of weeks."

Clopin paled as he looked at Harry.

"What? But without her we cannot have the dance? Who will do it?"

Harry watched as he began panicking, really Clopin was over reacting a little, it wasn't like this was the end of the world. Personally Harry didn't see why everyone was so excited it was only a festival, and it was the festival of fools as well so was it that much of a big deal? Everyone else seemed to think so, so Harry had helped everyone out as best as he could.

"Well, how about I take her place?"

Clopin whirled around and looked at Harry, his eyes wide as he tried to find something to say. He didn't have any idea what to say he hadn't expected Harry to do this, after all Harry had made no real move into wanting to join the festival.

"You don't have to do this."

Harry rolled his eyes and pulled Clopin in close, they hadn't been able to have any alone time since the accident they had been in and after that they had tried not to have any more dates in case something similar happened again.

"No, but I will do it for you."

Clopin rested his chin on top of Harry's head, one moment of peace and it felt like all of his worries had faded away, what had he done to get this? Whatever it was he knew that he wouldn't take Harry for granted or do anything to jeopardize what he had with the other.

"Are you sure?"

Harry nodded his head, he would do this not from himself or the people that would throw money at him but for Clopin and Clopin alone.

"Yeah, I am besides you can always make it up to me later."

Was that a? Clopin looked at Harry and noticed the small smirk on his lips and his half lidded eyes, and he knew that he was right that was an innuendo from Harry or an offer one he wouldn't mind take up. He bent down to Harry's ear and purred into it.

"Then I shall have to make it up to you my little tempter."

He enjoyed the shiver that ran through Harry, what he would do to him but they would have to get through the festival first then Harry would be his and he would be able to enjoy him.

"See that you do my king and perhaps I might just get down on my knees for you."

With that Harry walked away a sway to his hips that wasn't there before, however Clopin didn't have time to admire the view of Harry's swaying hips, instead his mind was preoccupied by the image of Harry being down on his knees lips stretched around his cock. Clopin really did not want to become aroused in the middle of the court otherwise it would lead to some embarrassing questions ones that he didn't want to answer.

"Very well played my little tempter, very well played indeed."

Clopin turned around as he thought about how he could get Harry on his knees and each one of them was very pleasure filled, still he would wait...For now.

~~~~ Frollo ~~~~

After today his plan would be in motion, he would have his gem and no one would be able to stop him. But there was still the war that he had within himself, he desired a man and yet he had turned away from God because of it, he knew that his soul would be facing damnation because of this but he couldn't bring himself to mind or care so long as he had his gem.

Frollo looked out of the window, ah the festival of fools. He wasn't looking forwards to it, he never did, and he had done once when his brother was alive but now? It brought him no joy, no laughter not like it used to. Still it was better to get this day over and done with.

What he didn't know that someone would set his blood alight and cause it to burn, like fire, hell fire and it would turn him to sin.

~~~~ Harry ~~~~

The next time he offered to do something like this he wanted someone to knock him out cold, why did he have to wear makeup? Did he really have to wear eyeliner? Still Esmeralda was grateful that he had decided to do this; it meant that she could stop worrying about things that were out of her control.

Harry shook his head, he knew why she had been leaving the court so much and it wasn't to mess around with the guards but rather a certain captain of the guard, Harry knew that if he ever met the man his fist would meet his face. Harry thought about breaking his nose for a very long time, ever since Esmeralda had come back with a love bite on her neck.

They maybe gypsies and they may have to sing and dance for their food, but no way in hell was he letting someone string his sister along. She deserved far more than that, and far more than a measly captain of the guard.

Not even the king of France would be good enough for her, and Harry would never let her near him to begin with. Well not before he unleashed his magic and redecorated the palace...With his internal organs.

Still there was no use getting violent, he had a job to do and that was at the moment dancing. He knew the basics to Esmeralda's dance and twirling around a pole was not innocent no matter what anyone thought, so if he was going to do it? Well he hoped that every man there enjoyed a very uncomfortable problem.

A very wicked thought came over Harry, what better way to get revenge on Clopin than this? After all he left Harry hot and bothered quite a few times, so it was his turn to return the favor, to give him a taste of his own medicine so to speak.

Harry immediately started to get ready for his part. He could hear the citizens outside milling around excitedly. Everyone was in place and ready to do their part in the festival, or in Harry's case revenge. Don't get him wrong he was happy that everyone seemed to be coming together and enjoying themselves but he couldn't shake the feeling that something would go wrong, that someone who he cared about would end up getting hurt.

Harry shook his head, it was best not to think about it right now, he had other things to do, such as make sure that Clopin was dressed and didn't look like he had been dragged through a bush backwards, and thrown into the sewers. Harry found Clopin near one of the hammocks; he looked more frustrated than he was not more than an hour ago.

"All this stress will make you go grey."

Clopin jumped and looked at Harry, his eyes wide as he held a hand to his heart.

"Don't do that!"

Harry shook his head, just what him so stressed? He thought that it would be him stressed out of his mind and not Clopin, but it looked like he had been proven wrong.

"Fine, stop doing it to me and I won't do it to you."

Clopin scowled, and shook his head as he looked at Harry.

"We don't have time for games! We are missing several costumes and no one can seem to find them!"

So that was what had him so stressed, well he would help him if he could but for now he would need to calm Clopin down before he gave himself a heart attack.

"We will find them; you just take a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds then let it out. Do it a couple of times why we try and sort out just where the costumes could have gone."

Harry let Clopin to calm down while he went to go and find the costumes, he had no idea where they had gone but he would find them. Still they had been trying to get ready for a month, one solid month, and now the day was finally here. Once he had found the costumes he made his way to Clopin and gave him the costumes before making his way to the entrance.

"Are we all ready?"

Harry smiled as they cheered; it looked like the festival was still a go. Now he hoped that the day would go well, but he had a feeling in the put of his stomach that something would happen. Still he was surprised when the crowd began to sing.

"Come one, come all!

Leave your loops and milking stools

Coop the hens and pen the mules

Come one, come all!

Close the churches and the schools

It's the day for breaking rules

Come and join the feast of …"

Clopin did a handstand before landing in front of everyone and began to sing.


Once a year we throw a party here in town

Once a year we turn all Paris upside down

Ev'ry man's a king and ev'ry king's a clown

Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day

It's the day the devil in us gets released

It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest

Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools!"

Harry winced at some of the misspoken words; he had been teaching Clopin how to speak properly. But it was times like this that he realized that Clopin miss spoke words on purpose, that he would do it to get a rile out of him. Sometimes, just sometimes Harry wished that he wasn't attracted to Clopin the man drove him so crazy that he didn't know what to do, still for now he would enjoy the crowds singing.

"Topsy turvy!"

Clopin smiled, this was what he really enjoyed, the way that the people got involved.

"Ev'rything is upsy daysy!"

Crowd seemingly getting into the spirit of the sing kept singing.

"Topsy turvy!"

Clopin looked at Harry who was looking around at everyone; he was humming under his breath as he looked at the children running around and the people making faces.

"Ev'ryone is acting crazy

Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet

That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day"

Seemingly out of nowhere everyone began singing, every except Frollo who was just darkly looking around and wishing that the festival was over already.

"Topsy Turvy!"

Clopin smiled and watched as the crowd got ready to continue singing.

"Beat the drums and blow the trumpets"

Harry joined in with the singing this time as it was slowly beginning to sink into his head, the tune was catchy and he couldn't help but sing along.

"Topsy Turvy!"

Clopin spread his arms around and looked at the crowd while gesturing for them to sing with him.

"Join the bums and thieves and strumpets

Streaming in from Chartres to Calais"

Harry looked around while everyone was singing he could see why people were enjoying themselves, the catchy tune of the song seemed to get people involved in the song and it looked like no one was spared from the singing, everyone except for Frollo who was sat on his throne who was darkly looking around. Harry felt a twinge for the other man, he looked so lonely sat on the throne without anyone next to him, Harry wondered how he was able to cope with being so lonely all the time.

"Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy

On the sixth of 'Januervy'

All because it's Topsy Turvy Day!"

Topsy turvy day, he could understand why it was called that. He still didn't like the name of the festival but he could understand the song, people who wouldn't normally associate with gypsies and other such people were coming together for one day.

"Come one, come all!

Hurry, hurry, here's your chance

See the myst'ry and romance

Come one, come all

See the finest male in France

Make an entrance to entrance

Dance la Emerald


A cloud of purple smoke came from out of nowhere and Harry found himself on the stage, he gently bowed to the people there before he twirled around, his long jet black hair loose and creating a curtain around him. He spun around before doing a handstand and gently laying on the floor, his hair looking like a dark halo all around him. He lifted his right leg up before running his hands down it starting at his crotch then moving to his toes, he rolled onto his side then lowered his lashes and looked at the man in front of him before getting to his hands and knees and crawling to the front of the stage. He made a come hither gesture and the man walked forwards as if in daze, Harry pulled his shirt and dragged him closer before whispering something into his ear and allowing him to go back to the crowd that was all around him.

He looked around and noticed that everyone's eyes were on him, he didn't know what to feel or think all he knew was that at the moment he was dancing, he slowly removed his shirt allowing everyone to see the snow white skin that he kept hidden underneath, he wasn't going to remove his trousers but he had no problem with removing his top. He flipped back several times before landing near Frollo's throne that the man was sat on he crawled forwards and looked at him from underneath his long thick lashes, he placed a hand on the man's knee and slowly crawled up before he was sat in the man's lap. He licked the shell of Frollo's ear before jumping off Frollo's lap and nimbly moved across the stage until he was next to Clopin, before stealing his hat and placing it onto his head.

His chest was heaving with every breath that he took and the sun was beating down on him, he kneeled in the middle of the stage his chest was covered in sweat and his hair was all around him like a ebony river, he looked at everyone through his lashes and pulled Clopin's hat off his head and disappeared in another cloud of purple smoke.

"Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for

Here it is, you know exactly what's in store

Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore

Now's the time we crown the King of Fools!

So make a face that's horrible and frightening

Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing

For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools!


The crowd was still in a daze from Harry's dance, and many of them had problems that they needed to take care of. However they weren't the only one with 'little' problems, both Clopin and Frollo had been turned on by Harry's dance and it made them uncomfortable. When Harry had suggested that he would take over the dance for Esmeralda, Clopin didn't think it would be anything like this! When he got his queen back to the court he was going to show Harry just how much he had appreciated the dance and wondered if he would a repeat performance for him, when they were alone of course.

"Topsy turvy!

Ugly folk, forget your shyness"

Clopin has been pulling contestants onto the stage; Emeral pulls Quasimodo to the stage, not really caring about what will happen. She gave Quasimodo a look as if to ask why he isn't getting up onto the stage, unlike her sister Esmeralda Emeral didn't really care for other people unless it was to sell her body and rob them blind of everything that they owned and cherished, she was also part of the reason as to why gypsies had such a bad reputation. Emeral works her way down the line, ripping

off masks and revealing the ugly faces underneath. The festivities continue, people laughing and joking as mask after mask was pulled off until Emeral reaches Quasimodo. She tries to pull Quasimodo's mask off, but soon realizes that it's not a mask. She gave the man a disgusted look while everyone else looked at Quasimodo, Harry had been watching what was happening a few feet away and sent a dark glare to the woman, he couldn't stand her and had no idea how Esmeralda could be related to such a hag.

"That's no mask!"

"It's his face!"

"He's hideous!"

"It's the bell ringer from Notre Dame!"

Quasimodo, realizing that people are disgusted by him, couldn't help but feel devastated. He should have known that it was too good to be true, that people would be horrified by him, the only ones that weren't were Harry his somewhat brother and Frollo, Frollo realizes that the only man left standing on stage is Quasimodo. Clopin, trying to keep things festive and not have them turn into a mob, he knew what it was like to be judged by what you looked like, he wasted no time in jumping in.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic. We asked for the ugliest face in Paris, and here he is! Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre Dame!"

Upon hearing Clopin, the crowd once again grows festive, and Clopin crowns Quasimodo the King of Fools. However things would not stay fun and innocent for very long. Even though the crowd was singing their lungs out making sure that everyone could hear what they were singing.

"Once a year, we throw a party here in town

Hail to the King!

Once a year, we turn all Paris upside down

Oh what a King!

Once a year the ugliest will wear a crown

Girls, give a kiss

Once a year on topsy turvy day

We've never had a king like this

And it's the day we do the things that we deplore

On the other three-hundred-and-sixty-four

Once a year we love to drop in

Where the beer is ever stoppin'

For the chance to pop some popinjay

And pick a King who'll put the Top


Several of the guards sneered at Quasimodo who looked like he was having fun for once and they didn't seem to like it at all.

"You think he's ugly now? Watch this!"

He throws a tomato at Quasimodo, hitting him square in the face. The crowd quickly goes quiet.

"Now that's ugly!"

The third guard sneers and mockingly says.

"Hail to the king!"

He throws another tomato. Soon, Quasimodo is being pelted with produce of all kinds. Shouts come from all directions Quasimodo can't even understand what some of them are saying or why they are even doing this. Quasimodo is soon lassoed and tied down on a rotating platform, like some sort of animal that is going to be sold at auction and everyone wants to view it. He is spun around, as onlookers continue their torment, throwing everything they could get their hands on, it didn't matter what it was some of them were even throwing their shoes at Quasimodo. He sees Frollo watching and shouts for help.

"Master! Master, please! Help me!"

Phoebus had seen enough, he had known that somehow this festival would have gone wrong and he was right but he had never expected it from the guards, the people that had sworn to protect everyone.

"Sir, request permission to stop this cruelty."

Frollo looks at Quasimodo, he knew that he was being cruel but he had told the boy time and time again! He was safe in the bell tower and no one would be able to hurt him, it was a harsh and cruel lesson but it was one that Quasimodo needed to learn.

"In just a moment, Captain. A lesson needs to be learned here."

As soon as he's said this, the crowd gasps and goes silent. Phoebus and Frollo look up to the stage and see Harry ascending the steps. His face was stormy as he gave everyone a dark glare. He wastes no time in kneeling next to Quasimodo.

"Don't be afraid. I'm sorry Quasi, this wasn't supposed to happen."

Quasimodo looks at Harry who had become a sort of brother to him; he knew that the other wouldn't hurt him. Harry was too gentle for something like this, so he knew that he couldn't blame the other for what everyone else had done.

Frollo stands up and glares darkly at Harry, even though he lusted after the other man he didn't get a free pass. He didn't get to mock him and make a fool of him, Harry looked at Frollo then back at the guards and shook his head, and they disgusted him.

"You! Gypsy boy! Get down at once!"

Harry rolled his eyes skywards and hoped that he would get strength from anyone that was listening.

"Yes, your honor. Just as soon as I free this poor creature."

Frollo looked at Harry; he could feel his blood being to boil as he snarled out.

"I forbid it!"

He whips out a knife and cuts the ropes holding Quasimodo, who looks relieved that he had been freed.

"How dare you defy me!"

Harry shakes his head as he snaps at Frollo.

"You mistreat this poor boy the same way you mistreat my people. You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help."

Many of the gathered gypsies didn't miss the way that he had said 'his people,' they knew that Clopin was the king of the court and Harry was the queen but he had never openly acknowledged the title he had always laughed about it saying that he wasn't fit for the title. Frollo was quickly reaching the end of his patience as he shouts.


Harry was slowly beginning to get tired of everyone and everything; he had known that something would go wrong with the festival. He had felt it but he had never expected this! But he wasn't going to back down no matter how much Frollo glared at him.


Frollo looks at Harry his dark eyes burning with something that Harry couldn't name.

"Mark my words, gypsy. You will pay for this insolence."

Harry rolls his eyes, he had pissed off people that were far more powerful than Frollo, but they weren't here and they hadn't been born yet, but he couldn't help the way that he acted next.

"Then it appears we've crowned the wrong fool. The only fool I see is you!"

Frollo had finally had enough as he whirls to Phoebus who was stood next him.

"Captain Phoebus! Arrest him."

Phoebus motions for his guards to move in and arrest Harry. One by one they surround the stage.

Harry looks at the guards and smiles before he begins counting them.

"Now, let's see. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten of you, and one of me. What's a poor boy to do?"

He begins to cry no one seen the smirk that was on his lips, and then disappears in an explosion of purple smoke.


Harry snickers as he looks at the guards who seemed to be looking in all the wrong places and whistled at them.

"Oh, boys! Over here!"

He leads the guards on a wild chase a smile on his lips as he enjoys the chase that they are giving. At one point, he knocks a large cage containing an old prisoner to the ground he wished that he could stop and help the old man but he really didn't want to be caught by Frollo's goons at the moment. It goes rolling away, until it comes to a stop and the lock breaks open. The old man steps out.

"I'm free, I'm free!"

However it looked like fate was not on his side as he trips and falls into the stockade, which closes and locks. The old man sighs.

"Dang it."

Meanwhile, Harry continues to evade the guards. At one point, he jumps on top of the crowd, which carries him away to safety. Two guards attempt the same move, and the crowd quickly moves away. He grabs a helmet from one of the guards, and throws it like a frisbee. It hits three guards and knocks them out, before almost chopping Phoebus's head off. Phoebus whistles as he looked at Harry.

"Now I know where Esmeralda gets it from!"

Two guards on horseback are chasing Harry who is still grinning; it had been years since he had enjoyed anything like this! As he leaps over Frollo's stand, someone throws the guards a staff. Each holding onto an end, the horizontal staff slices through Frollo's stand, forcing him to dive for cover. Harry ascends to the top of a stand and looks around and the damage that was done, then promptly disappears.

Clopin looks at the damage that was done, he felt like sighing but he didn't have time to at the moment, he had given the guards the staffs in the hopes that it would cause some damage; he hadn't expected that much damage to be caused. Still it didn't matter his queen was safe and that was what counted right now. He gestured to the rest of the group and they quickly began making their way back to the court. Frollo turned to Phoebus and snapped

"Find him, Captain! I want him alive!"

Phoebus nods his head and turns to look at the guards.

"Yes, sir. Seal off the area, men. Find the gypsy boy, and do not harm him!"

Frollo rode over to Quasimodo, who looks defeated and very humiliated. Frollo was not as cruel as everyone made him out to be he loved and cared for Quasimodo he just wished that he had listened to him! Quasimodo hangs his head low and whispers,

"I'm sorry, master. I will never disobey you again."

Quasimodo moves towards the entrance to the cathedral as the rain begins to fall. He goes in and slowly closes the door to his freedom. Phoebus and the guards continue searching for Harry. Harry disguised himself as an old man, something that he had done several times when he had been checking out places that he wanted to steal from. He silently snuck into the church. Phoebus sees him and finds it suspicious that there was an old man going to church while all of the guards were looking for a gypsy. He silently follows him in alone. As Harry comes up behind Phoebus, he turns and grabs Phoebus's word.


Harry forced Phoebus to the floor, holding him there with the tip of his very own sword at his neck. Harry had never been one for swords preferring daggers as they were easier to hide on one's body.

"Easy, easy, I just shaved this morning."

Harry snorted and shook his head as he snapped.

"Oh, really? You missed a spot."

Phoebus held his hands up in the sign of peace, he really didn't want to fight Harry not after he had made a mockery of the guards and everyone else.

"All right, all right. Just calm down. Just give me a chance to apologize."

Harry raised an eyebrow as he looked over at the captain of the guard, he didn't like the man. But that was due to the fact he was trying to court his little sister Esmeralda. That was a big No-No in Harry's book.

"For what?"

As Harry lets down his guard for a split second, Phoebus grabs the sword from her hands and turns it on him, Harry scowls unimpressed. That was a cheap and underhanded move!

"That, for example."

Harry scowls even harder at the captain of the guards, he was really beginning to dislike him!

"You sneaky son of a-"

Phoebus wags his finger at Harry as he tuts.

"Ah, ah, ah! Watch it-you're in a church."

Harry feels his temper getting shorter as he picks up a staff with candles on top, right now he really wanted to hurt Phoebus.

"Are you always this charming, or am I just lucky?"

Harry swings the staff at Phoebus, who blocks it with his sword, Harry mentally curses that it didn't make a hit. The two of them continue to fight as Harry swings one end of the staff at Phoebus' crotch. He blocks it with his sword. Harry not one to be defeated easily quickly hits him in the face with the other end of the staff, Phoebus shakes it off.


The fighting subsided, Phoebus decided he was going to be nice to the other man. The two men were looking at each other. Harry was willing to admit that Phoebus had guts, but that didn't mean he was suddenly liked him!

"Eh, I noticed. Permit me. I'm Phoebus. It means 'sun god.' And you are?"

Harry raised an eyebrow as he inquired,

"Is this an interrogation?"

Phoebus, looked at Harry and noticed that he had his arms crossed over his chest. He wanted to wince it looked like he was not winning any points with the gypsy queen and that was not a good thing, he needed Harry on his side if he wanted to convince Clopin that he was in love with Esmeralda.

"It's called an introduction."

Harry looked at Phoebus in disbelief.

"You're not arresting me?"

Phoebus shook his head, he knew things that the other didn't. He was planning on telling him once he had calmed the other down somewhat.

"Not as long as you're in here. I can't."

Harry tilted his head to the side as he stated,

"You're not at all like the other soldiers."

Phoebus bowed at Harry as he smirked.

"Thank you."

Frollo had entered the cathedral and made his way up the aisle, his eyes were looking directly at Harry, Harry wanted to shrink away from the gaze that seemed to be burning into his very soul.

"Good work, Captain! Now, arrest him".

Phoebus still had his back to Frollo, discretely whispers to Harry.

"Claim sanctuary."

Harry gives him an odd look, Phoebus felt like groaning at the odd look Harry was giving him. However he didn't have time to cause another fight between him and Harry as he harshly whispers,

"Say it!"

Before Harry had a chance to say anything, the two of them heard Frollo's voice from behind them.

"I'm waiting, Captain."

Phoebus turned to look at Frollo and says in a fake sympathetic voice,

"I'm sorry, sir but he claims sanctuary. There's nothing I can do."

Frollo was quickly losing his temper, was he surrounded by fools? He wanted that man! Frollo narrowed his eyes at Phoebus as he snapped,

"Then drag him outside at-"

The archdeacon entered, the old man looks at Harry and gives him a soft smile. Even though Harry was classed as a gypsy the archdeacon still enjoyed the younger mans company.

"Frollo! You will not touch him!"

The archdeacon looks at Harry as he approaches the younger man, he looks at Harry while smiling.

"Don't worry. Minister Frollo learned years ago to respect the sanctity of the church."

Frollo sneered as he and the guards turn to leave. But Frollo was never one to be denied anything, he ducks around a pillar and doubles back. He was going to get Harry one way or the other, he watches as the remainder of the guards pass him, Frollo jumps out, grabs Harry's arm and twists it behind his back. He whispers into Harry's ear.

"You think you've outwitted me, but I am a patient man, and gypsies don't do well inside stone walls."

Frollo pauses, then he breathes deeply, smelling Harry's hair. He really wanted the man in front of him, the one that he had pressed against the stone of the cathedral. Harry turns his head and looks at Frollo.

"What are you doing?"

Frollo smirks and leans in closer, he got to Harry's ear as he whispered into it.

"I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck."

Frollo caresses Harry's neck as he says this, Harry shivered as he felt those spidery fingers touched his skin. He wanted to pull away, he should pull away but he found that he couldn't. What was Frollo doing to him? He wanted to break free of Frollo's grasp, he should! Determined, Harry doesn't stop the words that slip from his lips.

"I know what you were imagining."

Frollo snarls and grips Harry's arm tighter, a whimper of pain escaped Harry. Frollo felt a brief moment of triumph fill him, the little gypsy had haunted his dreams for months! It was only fair that he inflicts a little pain onto him, Harry whimpers as he feels Frollo's hand tighten around his arm, he hadn't known that the other had this much strength! He felt himself being pressed further into the stone wall, he felt his skin scrape across the stones.


Harry whimpers again as Frollo pressed him harder into the wall, he felt the other against his back. He shivers as Frollo's free hand caress his neck.

"Such a clever witch. So typical of your kind, to twist the truth to cloud the mind with unholy thoughts. Well, no matter."

He lets go of Harry and allows him to fall to the floor, a smirk appears on Frollo's lips as he leans down and grabs hold of Harry's hair and lifts him off the floor.

"This is where you belong, on the floor. You are no better than vermin. You've chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless. Set one foot outside, and you're mine!"

He exits, pulling the door shut behind him. Harry lays on the floor for a few seconds until he stands up and rushes over to another door, only to find guards outside.

"Frollo's orders! Post a guard at every door."

Harry closed the door and slumped to the ground when had his life to so complicated?