Disclaimer: The song "Belle" originally comes from the French musical "Notre Dame De Paris" and belongs to Luc Plamondon. The English lyrics are by Will Jennings. The song is performed by Garou (Quasimodo), Daniel Lavoie (Frollo), and Patrick Fiori (Phoebus).

The Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling.

A/N: Most of us hate Bellatrix for what she did to Sirius. I hate her too. However, as this is a fan fiction, and there is something called AU, I decided to write this. No flames please! Constructive criticism is appreciated:)

This is a song-fic, and it's my first attempt to write one. Each chapter is someone's thoughts of her.

I guess my note getting longer. No worries, I won't say much. I just wanted to let you know that italics are the song lyrics.

!! Chapter 1 is Quasimodo's part of the song !!

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Belle

Belle, is the only word I know that suits her well.

When she dances all the stories she can tell.

A free bird trying out her wings to fly away,

And when I see her move, I see hell to pay.

Beautiful young woman, long black hair falling on her shoulders with black eyes full of emotion. She might look at you and you would melt into those eyes. I don't know how I managed to keep myself away for so long. How did that Lestrange manage to capture her heart? I do not know. I always wanted to win her. When I first saw her at school, I found myself thinking about her all the time. She was full of energy. Running along the corridors, ignoring the constant warnings of the teachers. She never cared.

Then I saw her at the Death Eater meeting. I didn't expect to see her there. She was wearing the black cloak we all wore during the meetings, but I knew it was her when I saw her eyes behind the black fabric. She was confident of herself, and one look of her during the meeting would mean you're in deep trouble.

She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come

And it's no use to pray this prayers to Notre Dame

I saw her at the Malfoy Mansion. She was dancing gracefully with that bloke of Lestrange. It tore my heart apart, but I couldn't say a word. She wanted him.

Tell, who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone

I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone.

She never noticed who took her out of trouble. Her cousin was there to pull pranks on everyone, including her, as long as the target was a Slytherin. I took them all, I humiliated myself in front of the whole school, but she didn't care. I hexed her cousin, I cast spells on him and his annoying gits of friends that no student of Hogwarts was able to do at the time, but she didn't pay attention. I laughed at my loss and she didn't care.

Oh, Lucifer please let me go beyond God's law

And run my fingers through her hair, Esmeralda.

The Dark Lord summoned us together. He wanted the weapon. She was ready to serve him after she got out of Azkaban. I didn't want her to come. I knew it was dangerous. She'd get arrested again, and I can't stand to know she was going to be kissed by the dementors.

I want her by my side, I want to wake up and see her lying next to me every morning. But not every wish is granted. I thank the Dark Lord for sending us to missions together. At least I can hold her into my arms if she gets hurt. I'll protect her even against the Ministry, against Dumbledore if I had to.

Even if she doesn't know about my feelings toward her, I'll keep on caring for her. I'll keep on... loving her.

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A/N: Phew! It's 3 AM and I'm listening to this song while writing this :) Now, would you be kind and click that tiny little button that says submit a review? You know you want to!