Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunchback of Notre Dame or anything to do with it. However, I do own Diamanta Devereux, her father, Oliver, Cecile Devereux, Madame Doreen,and Judge Thomas Gautier.

Note: Hopefully, you've enjoyed my fanfiction. If not…well…you have no reason to be reading this last part. Now that I'm finished, I plan to add the Harry Potter story that's currently on Phoenixsong to this website. After that, I think I may be writing a Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction. Jack/Anamaria, here we come!


Diamanta, Clopin, Phoebus, Esmeralda, and a four-year-old girl with straight raven hair, striking green eyes, and a smile that could turn heads stood around a single grave.

"I forgive you Papa," Diamanta whispered to the grave.

"What's she forgiving him for?" the little girl asked.

"Syeira, silence yourself," Esmeralda hissed.

"Sorry, Mama," Syeira said quietly.

"No, it's quite alright," Diamanta said. She bent down to her knees to meet the little girl's eyes. "A long time ago when I was a few years older than you, I was always in trouble with my father. But usually it wasn't my fault. In fact, my father was a very bad man who was mean to both me and my mother. But now, I can't see him in person to forgive him. So now I'm forgiving his ghost."

"But what if he doesn't want to be forgiven? What if he doesn't feel sorry for being a bad man?" Syeira asked. Both Esmeralda and Phoebus gave their daughter appalled looks. However, she didn't notice them.

"Well, for now I'm hoping that he'll let me forgive him. After all, I am his daughter."

"But he was mean to you!"

"That still doesn't change the fact that I am related to him. No matter what he did, I always find space in my heart to forgive him."

"I wouldn't forgive him."

"Yes, well that's because you have two parents who love you very much." Syeira looked up at Esmeralda and Phoebus.

"I guess I do."

"And you should feel lucky for that."

"How can I feel lucky for something that I've never lost?" All three adults were surprised at the little girl's answer.

"You could only imagine how terrible it could be without your parents. I believe that is the closest you will get to understanding how lucky you are." The child looked up at her parents again.

"Yes, I guess I am pretty lucky."

"Now let's go home," Diamanta said. Clopin picked up the small child and rested her on his hip.

"Tell me a story, Clopin!" Syeira demanded as they walked toward the Court of Miracles.

"What story should I tell, ma chere fille?"

"The one about the girl and the monster!" she squealed. Clopin smiled and exchanged glances with Diamanta and began to sing.

"Dark was the night when our tale was begun in a town in Paris, France. A child shuddered in fear of her father at home in Paris, France."

"Who's the song about?" the little girl interrupted. Clopin smiled.

"In time, child, you will know. You will learn everything about this amazing gypsy's tale."