Hello again lovely people! Thank you all so much for your comments and suggestions, they have been fantastic! I hope you like this chapter, I had a lot of fun writing it. I love the castle staff so much and they are all so much fun to write! So many different characters! Enjoy :)

"MAESTROOOOO!"

Colors burst into every part of his vision. Fabrics of every kind surrounded him, but his eyes were only for his Madame. His Madame who he could actually see, her beautiful face, her eyes brimming with tears as she crawled her way towards him.

They were alive! They were back to their human forms! Truly a miracle had occurred!

Cadenza let out a laugh, meeting his wife in the middle of all the fabrics around them. She took his face and her hands, oh they were so lovely. To feel human warmth again, to feel how smooth they were...it was more than he could imagine.

"Madame," he cried, shaking his head in disbelief as he grasped her hands, "it's you! We're back!"

"We are my love!" she replied, tears streaking down her face, "They broke the curse, Belle mu-oh my love!" she cried, looking at his mouth, "your teeth! They are gone!"

"That matters not now!" he laughed, kissing her lightly on the lips, "all that matters is that we are together again!"

A scampering of feet and a bark broke them from their moment. Froufrou was running full speed at the two of them and they could only laugh as the little dog launched his way into their laps. Their eyes met, smilies growing, as they both hugged the dog. It was almost too good to be true.

Cogsworth's held the monocle up to his eye as he watched his friend spin around, revealing the dark moustache and ghost white hair he had worn the night of the curse.

"Cogsworth!" the French man cried, grinning from ear to ear, "we beat the clock!"

Walking towards the younger man, Cogsworth nodded, "Just barely my old friend! True love seems to have won the day!"

A look of realization came over Lumiere's face, "Something must have happened though, be-because we turned. What could have reversed it?"

"Why ask questions! We are back to ourselves!"

A white feather blew in between the old friends and Lumiere's eyes followed it like a hawk. Turning his head, he saw a mound of white feathers on the castle's steps and rushed forward.

"Plumette!" he said, holding back tears of joy. Kneeling down in front of the pile, he saw the dark skinned hand reaching out from them and gently took it in both of his hands. Pulling her slowly up, Lumiere took in every detail of Plumette's face. Her dazzling dark eyes, her perfect skin, everything was like it was before the curse.

A smile slowly formed on her face as she looked over him, "Oh Lumiere…" she whispered, and he quickly had his lips on her's. It had been too long. It was a moment that he feared he would never get to live again, those endless days in the castle not allowing for any hope.

But they were here now, together, and as he slowed pulled away and watched Plumette's face, he knew how lucky he was.

"Oh!"

A warm feeling from the top of his head caught his attention and he quickly squatted down, letting her pat the top of it.

"Was that smoke?" he asked in confusion, earning a small laugh from the woman in front of him.

"Your kiss may have been a little too hot," she giggled, cupping his face in her hands, "Not that I personally mind."

"You are too much for me my darling!" he whispered happily, kissing her quickly on both cheeks. It was real, this was real, but it felt like a dream. Something too good to be true, but here he was with Plumette, even having Cogsworth back! Which meant…

"The master…" he mumbled, "if we are back, that means he must...and Belle…"

Plumette's smile spread across her face, "She has saved us all."

"Oh Chip!" Mrs. Potts cried happily, hugging her son with tears in her eyes, "You're a boy again!"

She got up and spun around with the boy, their laughter filling in the air. It was more than she could have ever dreamed, her boy in her arms, being able to hold him and not having to worry if he'd break. Placing him down, she kissed his cheeks and head quickly, earning a groan of disgust from him, but she didn't care. It had been so long and at points, she had given up hope.

But then Belle came and it changed everything.

Mrs. Potts looked around quickly and took in the castle, which was fully restored to as it was. No longer was it covered in snow, but the green grass that should be found during the summer months. It was no longer dark and uninviting, but warm and elegant. Even the statues along the tops had changed.

"To think it actually happened…" she whispered, looking back towards the castle's entrance. Her smile grew and she quickly grabbed Chip's hand, running up to see the others.

"Oh Cogsworth! Lumiere! Plumette!" she yelled, hugging each of them, "It's so wonderful to see you all again!"

"The same to your Mrs. Potts!" Lumiere replied happily, "Madame! Cadanza! And even you Chapeau!"

They all gathered together, tears and hugs were shared, and even Cogsworth couldn't hold back his emotions from being with them. It had been trying for all of them, being the way they were. Dealing with the master, thinking that they would never be human again. Never to feel the sun on their skin, the rush of the wind through their hair. But they had made it through and as they chatted amongst themselves, Chip was the first one to notice people coming towards the castle.

"Look Mama!" he said in a confused tone, "The villagers! They're coming back! But they don't seem to be as angry…"

Plumette, resting her hand on Lumiere's arm, frowned slightly, "What could they be coming back for. Unless…"

"Unless...they remember the castle…" Lumiere finished, turning to her, "Plumette you are a genius! That Enchantress must have made them all forget the castle was here. And made them forget we were all here…"

Cogsworth's frown deepened, "Oh good heavens…"

Madame looked behind them, back towards the doors, "Where are the prince and Belle?" she asked, "I would have thought they would be out here by now…"

"The master was at one of the top turrets before the fighting began," Cogsworth noted, taking his mind off whatever plagued him, "I believe she was heading up that way as well…"

People started to flood the front of the castle, servants from within slowly coming out and recognizing whoever could be found. For a moment, as they all reunited with family and friends who had forgotten them, they could be without their prince and Belle.

Lumiere watched as Mrs. Potts was reunited with her husband, who he recognized from the battle that had happened a short while ago. He smiled softly as they all embraced, kissing each other in delight.

"It's nice to see, no?" Plumette asked as she gazed around at the people then at him, "The castle has never felt more alive."

"You are right as always my darling," he replied, "Even though old Cogsworth doesn't seem to be as thrilled."

"Oh yes...I forgot he didn't like his wife," she giggled as the older man hugged a woman, his body completely tense. The younger couple shared a laugh, though something caught Plumette's eye. Turning slowly from Lumiere, she squinted and could make out the top of a head from behind the crowd in front of the castle doors. It was a dark blonde and the moment the people parted, a smile burst onto her face.

"Lumiere!" she whispered gleefully, "Look!"

Belle, in her white dress undergarments, cheeks flushed, stood hand in hand next to a young blonde haired man. His white shirt was baggy on him, and his hair reached just past his shoulders. And he was barefoot. But Lumiere would recognize his prince anywhere, though the smile on his face was something the servant wasn't used to. He watched Belle and the prince glance at one another, their eyes only for one another, and Lumiere felt his own heart soar.

"Oh my prince!" he cried, stepping towards the couple with open arms. The smile didn't leave the prince's face and as he stepped towards Lumiere, he wasn't sure what to expect. The prince had been cruel in his years before the curse, but he remembered him to be a sweet child. And, at times, he would catch glimpses of that in his adulthood. But it was very rare.

This was different though. His prince's face was ecstatic, a smile stretching across it, and eyes that looked to have tears in them, "It's so good to see you again old friend!"

They embraced and the prince's grip on him was tight, his face in Lumiere's shoulder. This was the boy who loved so much as a child. This was the memory that Lumiere thought he'd never get to see again in real life, after the king had turned his son cold. They separated and the prince looked at him and couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

Plumette came up next to them and quickly curtsied, taking Belle's hand, "You saved our lives Belle!" she whispered in delight, a smile breaking across Belle's face.

"Oh Plumette," she beamed, "It's so good to see you all! To actually see you!"

"And you too mademoiselle!"

"Belle!" Chip chimed in happily, running to the brunette, "it's me! I'm a boy again!"

"Oh Chip!" she cried, scooping him up in her arms and hugging him, laughter escaping her. Mrs. and Mr. Potts walked over, Mrs. Potts rushing towards the prince and pulling him into a big hug.

"Oh Adam," she whispered into his shoulder, gripping him tightly, "I'm so happy for you, I'm so happy to see you…"

The prince, Adam, hugged tightly back, nodding his head, "I'm so glad to see you too Mrs. Potts...thank you so much for everything."

She pulled back from him, tears in her eyes, before placing a hand on his cheek, "I'll be here for you whenever you need me my boy...I'll never leave you alone again."

As Adam and Belle made their way through everyone, Madame Garderobe crying out in delight at seeing Belle and rushing into hug her, it wasn't surprising that Agathe was able to slowly make her way through the crowd without being noticed. She watched Belle being giving kisses by the Madame, her smile never leaving her face. Her gazed then turned towards Adam, who was talking to Lumiere and Plumette, pulling the two in for a hug.

He had learned to love again, to welcome people back into his heart.

Smiling to herself, Agathe pulled the hood of her cloak slowly over her head, disappearing into the crowd.

As Maurice rode through the castle grounds, he couldn't believe how different it all seemed. The snow that had covered the grass was gone, the gardens bursting with light, and the castle almost glowing. Completely different from the castle he had first found that stormy night. Approaching the castle, he passed by villagers who seemed to be beaming with happiness, the opposite of what he was expecting.

Had he missed something?

Peering over the crowds as he grew closer, he looked for his daughter. She had raced quickly back to the castle after they had been free'd and he had feared for her safety. Though he knew his daughter was strong, there was always going to be a part of him that worried about her.

Dismounting and leaving the horse with a group of others, Maurice climbed the stairs of the castle, squeezing by people. Some looked to be crying, others over joyed with the people around them. Maurice frowned slightly, looking around.

"Papa!"

Her voice rung out among the crowd and Maurice quickly turned around, his daughter running right toward him. She hugged him and buried her face in his chest, laughter muffled by his clothing. He quickly hugged her back, combing his hand through her hair and resting his cheek on her head.

"Oh Belle!" he comforted, squeezing her tightly, "I was so worried, I got to the castle expecting a fight but…"

Beaming up at him, Belle took his hands in her own, "It will be a lot to explain," she replied, a smile on her lips, "but first you must come with me, I have people for you to meet!"

"People?" he asked in a confused tone, allowing his daughter to pull him through the crowd, "but what about the beast? You said you had to warn him."

Her smile only grew, a mischievous look in her eyes, "I did Papa! Like I said, there will be a lot of explaining later…"

Another question was on the tip of his tongue as Belle pulled him to the front of the castle. There was a group of people, separate from the others, happily talking amongst themselves. Something about them...seemed familiar to Maurice, though he couldn't place from where.

"Adam!" Belle exclaimed, walking towards a long blonde haired man, "My father…"

The younger man tensed up slightly, nervous in a way, and turned towards the two of them. Maurice frowned, taking in the way he was dressed, and quickly looked to Belle in confusion, "Belle...I don't understand."

"Papa…," she said, letting go of his hand and walking over to the other man, who whispered something to her. They went back and forth for a moment, his blue eyes darting to Maurice, before sighing. Belle took his hand and led him over to Maurice, who was more confused now than ever.

"Papa...I know this will be hard to understand but...Adam," she waved up him, "this is what he truly looks like."

The older man raised an eyebrow, "'Truly looks like'? Belle I don't…," he stopped himself, looking at Adam. His eyes...though they weren't filled with the rage that had been present when the Beast found him...they were exactly the same. But now, instead of rage, they were filled with confusion, but warmth as well.

"You…," Maurice stammered, "You were the beast?"

"I...I was," the young man admitted, his voice lighter than he imagined, "and I want to apologize for the way I treated you sir. I had no right to lock you away, it was only out of my own anger…"

Maurice watched Adam for a moment, his eyes flickering to his daughter's hand, which was holding Adam's very tightly, "Belle said that you let her go...is that true?"

"Yes," he quickly replied, "She was worried about you, saw what was happening at the village...I couldn't keep her here when you needed her help."

A flood of emotions was running through Maurice. So much was happening at once, so much he didn't understand.

"Papa, how about we go inside and explain everything," Belle chimed in, "I know it's a lot."

"That's an understatement my dear," he replied playfully, "but I wouldn't mind sitting, if that is alright with you?"

Adam nodded quickly, "Of course, it would be no problem at all."

Maurice followed his daughter and the young man into the castle and watched them. How their hands didn't let go, how close they stood next to one another, and the way they looked at each other. It reminded himself of his wife and he back in Paris. A sad smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the memory. There was much for Maurice to understand, but for his daughter, he was willing to listen to it all.