In the afternoon though, As promised, Harold left the castle, he kissed his wife good-bye, asked her not to look to sad and went to the stables where he greeted his horse, which was not a big stallion.. a smaller and nicer tempered young brown mare, whom he spoke a couple of words to before he saddled her, then mounted her to ride through the forest, it didn't take longer than a little more than a hour on the horse to get pass the forest that had ones taken him a week to get through, and reach the fairy-god mother cottage, all though.. it was not just a cottage any-more, right behind it, a factory was in the making, a tall brig wall with three chimneys, and it looked like she was planning to expand. Harold had kept his promise to the fairy god-mother and she had been introduced among the celebrities, after that her popularity had boomed, which probably had been her plan, and soon she had become to busy and important to even visit the castle she had become so connected to. Harold took a deep breath as he kicked his horse ones again, and rode the last bit down there, over the bridge and jumped of his horse to walk towards the fronts door.

"Oh brother, it's the frog." The gnome at the front door greeted him with a roll of his eyes.

Harold blinked at the gnome. "Not really, I havn't been a frog for a while." He made aware.

"Yeah yeah, ones a frog always a frog." The gnome snorted.

Harold shrugged. "I'm just going to go inside." He informed.

"Hey! Who gave you permission?" the gnome asked.

"I did, I'm on a kingly mission if you really need that kind of information." Harold informed as he opened the door and stepped right over the gnome. This time how-ever, he was met by a secretar inside. Whom didn't even look up as Harold approached. "urh, Hey." Harold tried.

"Fairy-god mother is currently fully booked, kindly schedule a meeting to arrange your happily ever after." The secretary duly responded without looking up.

Harold lifted an eye-brow. "I had hoped, being the king of far away and all, I could just go see her."

Suddenly the secretary froze, and then looked up to shocked jump. "Your highness!" he explained. "Please sir! Do enter!" he invited. "She's at her office, here!" he jumped towards the door and opened it for Harold.

Harold couldn't help but smirk as he brushed a bit of dirt of his cape and stepped towards the door. "Thank you." He bowed.

"Oh sir, please do forgive me." The secretary begged.

"Well, you did dismiss me rather quick, I shall have to consider." Harold hrmpfed stroking his chin as the secretary whimpered. "Okay you're forgived." Harold at last stated. "Just don't let it happen again."

"Of cause not sir, thank you sir!" the secretary saluted as Harold entered the office and the door was closed behind him.

In the study Harold could conclude, they hadn't lied, the fairy god-mother looked very busy as she flew around mixing potions looking up in books.

Harold cleared his throat, but she didn't seem to hear him to busy with her works. "Hallo fairy god-mother!" Harold called making the fairy shocked straighten up "I've come to ask your help." he told.

The fiary turned around and her eyes landed on Harold. "You again?" The fairy-god mother asked as she squinted her eyes. "Didn't I all-ready give you your happily ever after?" she asked.

"Well yeah.. it's nearly there, nearly." Harold hesitated. "And I had hoped that maybe, you could help me with that last little piece."

"What piece?" The fairy-god mother asked as she out of patients rolled her eyes.

"Mommy mommy!" suddenly a little blond boy came running in, with a wooden sword.

"Not now charming." The fairy-god mother sighed.

Harold looked at the boy, he was gorgeous, a perfect little kid with perfect blond hair, perfect blue eyes, running around with his wooden sword and a sheet tied around his shoulders as if it was a cape. "Hallo there." Harold greeted the kid in a careful voice.

"Mom.." the little boy blinked at Harold. "The strange frog-man is talking to me." he told retreating backwards, looking a little frigthened at Harold.

"Oh he's harmless." The fairy god mother told finally coming down. "Now what is it you want?" she impatiently asked Harold. "You made it king with your own queen did you not? What more could you possible need?"

"Erh.." Harold swallowed. "Lillian and I.. we.." he sighed as he looked down. "For some reason we can't get a child." He at last told before looking up. "Fairy god-mother please, it's all I would ever ask, I'll give any-thing. Gold? Land?" he offered.

"No you are getting this wrong." Fairy-god mother snorted. "I was the one responsible for you having all that gold and land in the first place Harold, I don't need that." She told.

"Then what do you want?" Harold asked. "What ever it is, i'll get it, I swear."

"hm." the fairy god-mother seized Harold with her eyes, before she at last smirked lightly. "This is my son, prince charming." The fairy-god mother presented the boy pushing him a bit forwards. "As you can see, he is perfect, a perfect prince charming." she told fondly ruffling up the boys hair. "And, the only thing good enough for him when he'll be grown, would be a perfect princess." Her smile widened even more. "I'll grant you your wish, a perfect little baby girl, if you promise she'll marry prince charming when she grows up."

"That's all?" Harold asked astounded. "Well of cause! You have my word, I swear to it!" he stated at ones without even thinking, just the mere thought, of being able to give Lillian that little baby girl, it was enough to make him blind to every-thing else.

"Then it's a deal!" the fairy-god mother stated as she grabbed Harolds hand, and suddenly sparks flung from it. "Remember not to break it." She then warned. "I cannot quarantee for the consequences."

Startled Harold stepped back letting go of her hand. "Why would I ever want to break it?" he asked.

How-ever, the fairy-god mother had all-ready flown to one of her shelves. "Ah, here we go." She found a blue looking vial and threw it to Harold whom catched it in mid-air. "Make your queen drink that, in within a week, you'll be awaiting the perfect little baby girl." The fairy-god mother told.

Harold looked down at the vial in his hands, then grinned up at the fairy-god mother. "Oh thank you fairy-god mother! Thank you so much!" he exclaimed and turned around, running out-side almost jumping on his horse. "Come on Susie, lets get home!" he exclaimed. Compleately missing how the fairy god mother was rubbing her hands, as if every-thing was falling in place into her carefully constructed web.


As Harold came back to the castle, the sound had all-ready set and it was dark, inside it was quit silent and the servants seemed to have gone to rest, as well had Lillian it seemed.. But Harold didn't go to her at ones, instead he prepaired a bit of tea, and looking at the blue vial, and spilled it contents in one of the cups, which he took into the bed chamber, where predictable enough, Lillian was still awake reading her book.. she never liked sleeping alone in the big bed, neither did Harold really. "Dearest." Harold greeted her as he stepped towards her.

"Harold." Lillian looked up. "You're back." she smiled warmly at him as he sat down on the bed beside her, and bended down to meet her in a kiss.

"I promised didn't I?" Harold asked offering Lillian one of the tea-cups.

"What's that for?" Lillian asked taking the tea-cup.

"oh you know, I thought." Harold smiled vaguely drinking of his own tea-cup. "I thought, why not just be up a little longer tonight?" he asked. "Lets talk, like we used to."

"Sitting in bed with tea talking?" Lillian asked amused. "Of cause." she at last stated and took a sip from her own tea, closed her eyes. "That's really some good tea." she told and took another drink.

"That's good." Harold responded. "So what have you been up to lately?" he asked. "Any pompus knights giving you trouble?" he asked making Lillian chuckled.

"that's been a while since I ever had any such problems." Lillian told as she rolled her eyes. "I'm spoken for you know."

"Oh that's a shame, they must be so annoyed knowing that." Harold responded again making Lillian chuckle, promising a good start for a nice evening.


The next day though, all though Harold could only hope and beg, there didn't seemed to be any difference at all, he tried not to be to dissapointed, knowing that it would never be that easy. One day would be ridicoules! Most of all he had to make sure no one got suspeciouse of him, Harold simply could not bear to raise Lillians hopes if it only meant they would get smashed all over again.

The next day.. still nothing, and neither on the third day. Suddenly a week went past and Harold was ready to give up hope ones again, it was a dead end and didn't make any difference. His extra attention to Lillian, all though he did not regret it in the least, had left him behind in his work and soon Harold found himself burried in his work, exhausted.

It seemed like he had worked all day that day.. which he actually had, but finally, finally Harold had caught up. Being a king could be really had, Harold rubbed his eyes as he closed his book and just wished to leave his study quick as possible, that was when there was a slight knock on the door. "Enter." Harold murmered.

Slowly the door opened and in stepped Lillian.. and.. she was shining as a little sound, it was like there was this glow all-around her and she had a hard time keeping her smile back, it was so strong that there was no helping it rubbing off on Harold instantly whom was just happy to see her. "Darling." he greeted her standing up from the chair. "What's the matter?" he asked.

"Oh, I thought we should do some-thing today." Lillian told in a brilliant smile.

Harold blinked. "Like what?" he asked. "It's all-ready late." he pointed out, pointing at the window where it showed it was dark out-side.

"I just feel like celebrating." Lillian told Harold. "Come on." she ran over to him and grabbed his arm. "I have a surprise for you!" she told, and that was the end of it, as Harold without even being able to ask was pulled out of his study, and from there he was pulled even further down, down to the garden and there.. down the their lily poind where a blanket had been spread out, living candles were floating on the pond water and wine stood ready.

"What's all this?" Harold amused asked Lillian. "It's wonderful, but." he looked quistionable at Lillian.

And suddenly it seemed like Lillian was unable to hold it in any longer as she bursted. "I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed in a happy voice.

Harolds eyes widened, and then suddenly, it was like a feeling, unlike any-thing he had ever felt before just exploided inside of him, and he could not see further than what he had just been told. "Lillian that's wonderful!" he exclaimed. "I..I.." he tried to find words, but was lost for them. "It's wonderful!" he ended up repeating in a broad smile and grabbed Lilliands hands so he could kiss them.

"Parents Harold, we are going to be parents!" Lillian cried so the happy tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Parents.." Harold repeated in a deep exhale. "I just can't believe it." he told Lillian being just as happy as she was. "It's the most wonderful thing any-one has ever heard." he told her.

Just as Lillian kissed him, and they sat down, to enjoy one of the happiest evenings in their entire life.


Seventh months went past, where Lillians tummy just grew and grew, never had she and Harold been more happy, and it was not like they had ever been unhappy but now they were just exstatic with joy. Every-thing was made ready, a room for the baby arranged, small sets of clothes bought.. every-thing.

And before any-one realised it, it was time for the baby to be born. After several scrutiating hours for Harold and Lillian, finally.. finally they had their perfect little baby girl. And finally after all of that time, all had calmed down and things could settle, could the still young king and queen, sit in silence with their perfect little daughter.

Lillian was sitting up in her big bed, holding the little girl, and Harold sat on a chair baside them, trying to comprehend what he was seeing. "She's so small." he barely whispered.

"And so precious." Lillian smiled lovingly at the baby. "Come." she invited Harold up beside her. "Have a closer look, she wants to see her dad."

Harold bit his lip, and very nervously, tried to crawl up beside Lillian, so Lillian could lean against him while she held the baby.

"Look, she's going to have your hair." Lillian told pointing at a little tuff of red hair on the babys scalp.

"Thank-fully, the rest is pure you." Harold sighed, kissing Lillian on the cheek. "See she has your eyes." He commented looking at the blue beautiful eyes. "she's just as beautiful as you are." he breathed.

"Lillian smirked. "What's her name?" she then asked in a whisper holding the girl close.

"It needs to be beautiful." Harold whispered as he looked entranced as his daughter. "As beautiful as she is."

"How about.. Fiona." Lillian at last asked.

"Perfection." Harold sighed. "It's perfection."

But that perfection did not last long, it didn't take longer than by the end of the day and into the night, Harold and Lillian were laying in their bed, their beloved baby in her own baby bed just beside theirs, so she wouldn't be to far out of sight, and as every baby does, she in the middle of the night started crying for food.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Lillian yawned getting out of bed, stumbling towards the baby bed, but just the moment she stood over the baby bed she froze in motion, her eyes widened, and suddenly she let out a loud scream as she backed backwards.

"What!" Harold sat up straight and looked wide-eyed at Lillian whom shaking stood three foot away from the baby bed. "Lillian what is it?" Harold asked as he threw the bed covers aside and ran to her aid.

"Fi-Fi-Fiona!" Lillian exclaimed as she shakingly pointed at the bed.

"Is she all-right?" Harold asked never having been that scared ever before as he turned to the baby bed, and his eyes widened.. in the bed, was not any perfect little human girl, it was a little green orger, with tufs of red hair on her head. "What?" Harold barely whispered.

Lillian cried in shock behind him, tears streaming down her eyes as she bowed over and covered her mouth with her hands.

"did.. did some-one exchange our baby?" Harold asked frightened as he neared the crying ogre baby, and then at last picked it up with a distaste on his face, all though, as he held it in front of him, suddenly a pair of blue eyes were looking back at him, a pair of eyes he knew so well.. Lillians eyes.. ."No." Harold whispered as he cradled the baby in a hug, suddenly not wanting to let go, immidiatly feeling bad for his moments of disgust. "This is Fiona." He told Lillian as he turned around looking horriefied at his wife, lifting the baby up and down in his embrace, trying to make her stop crying. "She turned from an human into an ogre." he told Lillian.

"Why?" Lillian asked. "Why would that happen?"

Harold shook his head. "I don't know." He told. "God I wish I knew."

For some time, the two parents stood in the room, Lillian frozen, Harold still lifting the crying baby up and down, the only sounds were the water outside splashing down the window, and the babys cries, neither seemed to know what to say, it felt horrible.. a horrible shock. At last Harold cleared his throat. "She's still hungry, she wont stop crying before she'll get to eat." he silently tried to tell.

"Oh!" Lillian exclaimed. "Of cause!" she hurried towards Harold and the baby, and took the baby away from him, then she looked at the little one whom looked back up at her mother. "Shh." Lillian whispered as she held a hand over Fiona, and a small tiny green hand reached up, and grabbed Lillians finger, at that moment, Lillians heart seemed to melt, and it was obvious, it didn't matter to her that her little baby girl was an orger, she was still her little baby girl.

Soon there'after, Lillian sat in their bed, this time with her baby in her arms, starring out in the air, Harold sat right beside her, also starring out in the air, neither of them would get any sleep that night, any idiot could tell them that.

Lillian gently rocked the baby in her arms, Fiona though, in spite of her parents state, was sleeping. And Lillian looked at Harold. "What do we do?" she asked. "we can't let Fiona life like that."

"No we can't." Harold shook his head. "What would people say to her?" he asked biting his lip.

"She's still our girl, and we will love her!" Lillian snapped.

"Lillian, of cause we will. Please don't doubt that." Harold pleaded. "But what about her?" he asked. "we need to find out why it happened, see if we can.. reverse it some-how." He sighed in a defeat. "Here, let me, you've done it long enough." He offered and took Fiona himself, to rock her gently so Lillian could rest.

"Then it's settled." Lillian sighed leaning against Harolds shoulder. "What-ever it takes, we'll find a way."

"I promise Lillian, I'll do what-ever it takes, what-ever it demands." Harold to. "So our little girl can be normal."

"I promise to." Lillian told.

"Good, then we have that in the clear." Harold sighed hopelessly looking at their sleeping daughter resting in his arms.

And that's how they sat, for the rest of the night, on shift rocking the little baby girl, whom slept like a rock through the entire night.

Harold was the one sitting rocking the little one, exhausted and tired barely able to keep his eyes open, as the first rays of sun krept over the landscape and into the window, he looked down at his girl ones again, and his eyes widened. "Lillian!" he exclaimed.

"Hmm." Lillian drowsily murmered beside him.

"Lillian wake up!" Harold exclaimed.

"What?" Lillians drowsy eyes opened.

"Look!" Harold showed, and Lillians eyes widened to, before she exhaled in relief.

"She's human again." Lillian realised, sounding relieved beyond belief.

"I know." Harold exhaled also relieved. "Oh thank god." He sighed.

"She.. she did turn into a orger last night didn't she?" Lillian asked in a frown looking at the baby. "Or was it a very bad dream?"

"It was not a dream." Harold told sincerely in a sad tone. "We better keep a close eye on her, what if it happens again?" he asked.

"Oh Harold don't worry, why would that happen?" Lillian asked in a tired relieved smile.

But it did happen, it happened at sunset ones again, though at sunrise, little Fiona turned back to being human, and by the third sunset, even an idiot could figure the pattern.

Harold and Lillian started to search help for their problem, at the court physician, at local witches and wizards, any-where they could possible think off, and they paid any amount of money people asked.

But nothing worked, absolutely nothing.

Harold knew all-ready then, there was one last option he could search towards, but he really did not want to leave Lillian, not even for an after-noon, so instead of searching out the fairy god-mother, for a third time.. this time he send for her, and asked her to come to the castle.

It was a late evening where Lillian, deeply exhausted from all of the trials had turned in early, and Harold was keeping an eye on their little girl, pasing up and down the living room that was right next to the bed-room, where chairs and couches were placed beside a grant fire-places for a regent to sit down by after a hard days work, Fiona was laying in her crib, happily snuggling down in her varm blankets, for a moment Harold went over there and tugged her in just one extra time for good measure, and then glanced at the window and say the last sun-ray dissapear, only to sigh deeply as his eyes returned to Fiona and she predictable enough, had become an orger all over again. The servants had long since been send away from the room, so no one would ever see, it was now forbidden to come there in the evening, and the door was locked from the inside. carefully Harold stroked the babys cheek. "I'm so sorry little Fiona." he told. "We'll find a way, I promise you.. where is that fairy god-mother." he muttered annoyed.

"The fairy god-mother is where you need her." a voice sounded from the balcony.

Harold looked up, and there, right out-side.. was she, the fairy god-mother.

"Thank god you are here!" Harold exclaimed hurrying to let the fairy in. "I've been waiting for you!" he told.

"hm." The fairy god mother looked down at him as she floated in. "What seems to be the problem?" she asked in a roll with her eyes. "I mean seriously, what does it take to please you?" she asked Harold. "I give you this and I give you that, and still you are complaining."

Hopelessly Harold looked at fairy god-mother. "I'm sorry about that." he told sincerely. "But please.. my daughter." he tried and presented the fairy god-mother with the crib.

The fairy god-mother flew towards the baby and looked down, she slightly lifted an eye-brow as she sniffed. "Hm." she stated. "As I counted on." she smirked slightly.

How-ever that smirk and those words were lost on Harold whom only had one thing in mind, helping his child. "Why is this happening?" Harold asked the fairy god mother. "She was so beautiful and peaceful when she was born, and in the day-time, she's every-thing you said, just perfect. And then when the sun goes down." he painfully looked at the fairy. "Is she going to stay like this? How would the other kids treat her, can't you do some-thing?" he rappidly asked the many questions.

"Harold." The fairy god mother looked at him. "You are not really a prince or a king, you are a frog in disguise." She told sternly. "Frogs and humans aren't supposed to have any children, but you insisted didn't you?" she asked. "So you got it! That there, is the child of a frog and a human princess." She stated pointing at the green baby, whom suddenly woke up and started crying loudly.

"Oh god." Harold ran to the cribt and picked his baby girl up, buncing her up and down trying to calm her. "This is all my fault, can't you do some-thing? please!" he asked. "I'll do any-thing! Don't let my daughter life like that because of me!"

"Well." The fairy-god mother mumbled thought-fully. "Well maybe you could… no I couldn't ask." She sighed.

"What? what?" Harold asked. "Any-thing!"

"Well, I could put an enchanment on her." The fairy god mother hesitated. "Her two natures will take over on shift, at day the nature of her mother prevails and at night, the nature of her father."

"That's how it is now." Harold gulped, relieved that the baby had finally silenced and ones again were fast a sleep, terriefed about the next bit of news.

"Shush shush." The fairy-god mother told. "My enchantment can be as this, she will be able to pick a permanent nature when she comes off age, as she picks whom she is going to love."

"But what if she picks the wrong person?" Harold asked. "She could be stuck looking like.. you know, for-ever." He told.

"We'll just have to make sure she picks the right one, she will pick Prince charming! Just as you promised even before she was born, you promised even before she was conceived." the fairy-god mother told. "And then she'll be free of your heritage."

"But how will we know?" Harold asked. "Love isn't some-thing you control!"

"Simple." The fairy god mother smiled. "When she comes off age, old enough to fall in love, you'll put her in a tower, where no unwanted visitors will come, there'll she be longing for her true love to come and slay the dragon whom guards her."

"Dragon? Isn't that a little harsh?" Harold asked.

"No it's exactly what is needed!" the fairy god mother snapped. "Only a true prince charming will be able to slay that dragon! He'll go to your daughter whom has waited for so long, and having waited so long she wont hesitate kissing the person rescuing her! Which will be my prince charming! whom will give her a true loves kiss, and your nightmare will be over!"

"You are asking me to put my daughter in a tower?" Harold exclaimed. "All alone?"

"First when she is off age." The fairy god mother corrected.

"But wont she be scared, and alone?" Harold asked. "I wouldn't be able to do that to her." He told.

"Do you want her to stay like that for-ever?" The fairy god mother asked a little impatiently.

"No." Harold responded.

"Or permantly turn into an ogre?" Fairy god mother then asked.

"No." Harold replied in a scared shake of his head.

"Being hunted from village to village as nothing but a huge monster! Pointed at and shunned, hunted down by angry mops whom will call her a freak of nature, is that what you would want for your child?" the fairy god mother asked.

"Oh please god no!" Harold exclaimed. "Not that! Any-thing but that, don't let her suffer like that because of me!"

"You realize ones I have cast the enchantment, you must assure she falls in love with and kisses the right person?" the fairy god mother asked. "You must lock her in the tower!" she told. "And then there is the price, she must marrie the right prince charming, my son!" she told. "If you fail, I'll take the enchantment off you. That is my price, so.. will you do it?" she asked dangerously. "if not, you're to blame your daughter can never be happy and never have any happily ever after of her own."

Harold closed his eyes, holding his daughter close, then he looked down at her, even though she was green and not very human looking, she was still so beautiful in his eyes, never had he seen any-one so beautiful, perhaps except her mother. But what if other people couldn't see it? This little treasure should only ever have good things, and a good long life, he brushed a finger against her cheek that even though green, blushed rosie red, and a little hand reached up grapping his finger. Harold sighed as he hung his head. "Okay." He at last said. "Do it, help my daughter."

"Good little frog, give her to me." The fairy god mother stretched out her arms.

Harold hesitated, for a moment holding the baby closer than before, before at last, he gently handed his daughter over. "it wont hurt her will it?" he asked.

"Of cause it wont!" the fairy god mother snapped. "You experienced my magic first hand didn't you? Did that hurt?" she asked.

"of cause not!" Harold held up his hands. "I just.. she's my daughter and she's.. she's just a baby." He helplessly stated.

"Sssh." The fairy god mother hushed as she held the baby, and lifted her wand. "Little child of two different races, at war with those races, your first true loves kiss will decide whom you are going to be, and then, you'll be a peace knowing who you are." She chanted swinging her wand. For a moment the baby glowed, in a warm yellow light, and then it was over, Harold was handed back the baby, whom he immediatly held tight in a craddle.

"That was it?" Harold asked.

"Oh not nearly, you have to lock her in that tower before she becomes to old, I'll be nice, so I'll provide the dragon." The fairy god mother cheered.

"But! She's only a baby! It's way to soon to think about that!" Harold exclaimed.

"She'll grow up, they all do." Fairy god mother rolled her eyes as she floated towards the window. "We have a deal now little frog." She stated. "I gave you every-thing, I can take it away again in a snap." she stated snapping her finger. "I don't like people changing their deals." She stated dangerously. "I'll see you when the time is ready." She stated and then she was gone.

"Oh no." Harold held his baby close. "What have I done? Dear god what did I do?" he asked.

"Harold?" groggy eyed the beautiful queen stepped into the room. "I thought I heard voices I.."

She stopped up as she saw Harold clutching the babie tightly to his person, tears falling down his eyes. "Lillian it's.. it's all my fault" he told. "I'm sorry, I should have consulted you, I just didn't know what to do! Because, it really is my fault!"

"Harold dear what is it?" Lillian asked confused.

"I'm the reason she turns like that! It's because I'm a frog!" and then he told every-thing, what the fairy god mother had told him, the deal he had made. "I just.. wanted what was best for us, for her." He looked lovingly at her daughter. "What-ever I can do to make her happy."

"The fairy god mother said she would be married to a handsome prince charming right?" Lillian asked. "And life happily ever after with her one true love?" she asked. "That's not such a bad deal." She sweeped a renegade string of hair away from fionas face "What-ever it takes, that is what we agreed on right?" Lillian asked trying not to cry herself, but yet she couldn't stop.

"Oh Lillian." Harold stepped towards her and laid one arm around his wife as he held their daughter with the other. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't want her to be put her in any tower." Harold sighed. "Couldn't there be another way?"

"We'll find that other way before the time comes, there's plenty of time right?" Lillian asked whipping away a tear. "Plenty of time to give the fairy god-mother another solution, we'll find a way before the time is out!"


"Dad, dad!" the little red-haired beautiful princess laughed as she chased her father around in her room, before launching herself at him, making them both tumble on the floor.

"Fiona, really." Harold laughed as he laid on the back, holding her up in the air. "I'm getting to old for this."

Fiona giggled as she reached ford both her arms, but couldn't reach him, first as Harold lowered his arms did Fiona get to her target and grabbed a portion of his hair as she laughed. "I can see that Dad, you are getting gray hairs!"

Indeed, among Harolds red, some gray ones had started to show.

"Your ancient." Fiona chuckled.

"Hey, that's not true." Harold returned. "I'm in my prime." He sniffed rolling to his side so Fiona got down on the floor beside him. "So you behave little princess" he instructed poking Fionas perfect little nose, just ones.

Fiona laughed whole heartedly as she rolled to her back, and then in a jump sprung up on her legs, to ran across the room, she was a hot-head, full of energy, just like her mother.

Harold sighed as he sat up, and then groaned as he straightened his back.. wauw, maybe he really was turning old?

Fiona had disappeared to some-where behind the bed, some-where out of sight.

"Dad you can't find me!" Fionas laughing voice sounded from that exact direction.

"Oh?" Harold raised an eye-brow as he got up on his feet. "Now where could she be the little Fiona?" he asked playing a long as he clearly heard a chuckle from behind the bed. "Is she.. here?" he asked opening the closet, predictable finding nothing at all. "Or maybe, behind the curtain?" he asked walking towards the window, and clearly a fiona free curtain. "Oh wait, now I know." He turned around and fell down on his knees to look under the bed. "AHA!" he exclaimed as the little girl screamed in delight. "I found you!" he exclaimed, as Fiona came out in the light, only as she did come out from under the bed, she wasn't looking human any-more, the last sun-ray had left the room and she was an orger, and Harold's happy smile was washed off.

Fiona blinked confused and then looked at her hands. "Oh." She realized sounding regretting. "Dad I."

"No no, Fiona, you don't control this, it isn't you fault." Harold assured as he sat down on his knee. "Come here." He reached an inviting hand towards her, and slowly Fiona walked towards it and took it, for Harold to take the child up in his arm to where she could grab a hold on his neck, only for him to stumble.. she had been feather lighter only two minutes ago, where he so easily had been able to hold her in stretched arms, now that seemed more of a challenge, her ogre form didn't compliment such things as weight. "My aren't you growing fast?" Harold asked in a joking smile. "soon I wont be able to carry you around much longer, come on honey, lets make sure the door is locked." He stated carrying her to the door.

"Why must the door be locked?" Fiona asked hiding her face in Harolds cloak.

"Well.. Fiona.. because.." Harold swallowed.

"Because I'm an ogre?" Fiona asked.

"Fiona you are not an ogre." Harold stated at ones. "You just happen to look like one at night, but only outwardly, you are a very special and very beautiful princess." He told as he checked the door, and it was indeed locked. "But sadly, it's not every-one who can see it at night." He told in a sigh holding her in front of him where he could see her face. "I can see it, and your mother can see it." He assured. "You are always the same beautiful princess, but other people.. they may hurt you." He told. "And we don't want that, we just want people to see you for the beautiful princess you are." He told. "And some-day.. every-one else will see it all the time, just like we do." He told.

Fiona nodded. "When prince charming comes, and give me a true loves kiss." She recited pointing towards the wall with all of her drawings of that happy day. "My curse will be broken, and I'll life happily ever after." She stated.

"That's right." Harold told he carried her towards the mantel piece, where Fionas prides hung.

"And we'll have a big wedding where all my friends will come." Fiona stated pointing at a drawing. "And because the spell is broken, we can party all night."

"Yes, that's right." Harold told and opened Fionas music box, so soft tones escaped it and filled the room. "But the most important thing is, that we'll all life happily ever after." Harold told. "you and your mother, you wont ever have to be afraid or sad, ever again."

"And you dad!" Fiona grinned. "We'll all life happily ever after right here."

"Of cause we will!" Harold stated holding Fiona up in the air, but quickly had to give up on that, as she was to heavy in her ogre form, instead his sat her down on the floor and took her hands. "And we'll dance all night, night after night." He stated twirling the laughing girl around. "It'll all work out in the end, you'll see Fiona."

In response Fiona let go of Harolds hands and instead hugged his leg. "Thanks dad." She sniffed.

Harold sat down on his knee, brushing Fionas hair. "Your welcome sweet-heart." He told her, giving her a hug. "I just want you to know, that I will always love you Fiona." He told her. "No matter what happens. And I hope you'll know that, so you can forgive me."

"Forgive you for what?" Fiona asked looking at her father.

"hopefully it wont matter." Harold told ruffling her hair. "But just in case." At that time, him and Lillian were still desperately looking for an alternative to the tower, a way so they wouldn't have to send Fiona away.


"But we didn't come up with any-thing." Harold told Fiona as they sat together by the pond, Harold now as an old frog and Fiona as a happily married orger. "Before we knew it you were turning sixteen, and the fairy god mother came back. Your mother knew of the deal to make sure you would stay human, she did not know about fairy god mother turning me back into a frog if I tried some-thing." He sighed.

"You knew that could happen when you switched the tea." Fiona realized. "That she'll turn you back into a frog in anger." She elaborated.

"That is way less important." Harold told sincerely. "Fiona, my mission in life is to see my two girls being happy, that's all I life for." He told in a smile. "Beside, I all-ready had my happily ever after, now it's your turn." He blinked.

"Oh dad." Fiona picked him up, and did what best resembled an embrace.

"I really should have known." Harold shook his head. "Your mother were more than capable of making her own decisions and you are to." He told. "You really are your mother all over again. Quite honestly, I don't see how you could ever be truly happy with that pompus prince charming." He admitted with a roll of his eyes.

Fiona chukled. "Seems like I am taking after my parents that way."

"Would seem you have more of your old man in your than either of us ever knew." Harold smiled a little proudly. "both consciously choosing a life different than what we thought we should have." He blinked. "I really don't know why I reacted so hard on you choosing like that, when I did to." He admitted. "I just.. was so scared that you weren't really happy. I just love you so much Fiona."

"I love you to dad." Fiona told. "And you are fine with.. what happened?" she asked looking concerned at him.

"What part?" Harold asked.

"I don't know, every-thing I guess." Fiona sighed.

"Fiona, darling, if I had a do-over." Harold looked at her. "I would do it all again, down to the last little crummy detail. Except one thing." He looked sincerely up at her. "I should never have hidden you away, and never have told you there was some-thing wrong with you, I should have stood up for you. That Fiona, is my one and only regret."

"There's nothing to forgive, you just didn't want to see me hurt." Fiona responded. "Honest dad, and if you didn't get me into the tower, I wouldn't have met Shrek." Fiona sighed. "So, it all turned out happily in the end." She smiled.

"Why I never." A little frog voice sounded from the pond. "The rich and famous are inviting orgers in now, that's great!" the voice sounding genuinely optimistic. "I thought they were becoming to uptight."

Fiona looked down to her right and saw a little female frog.

"Hilda!" Harold exclaimed from where he sat in Fionas hand.

"Harold?" Hilda looked surprised at him as Harold hopped all the way down. "You're a frog again." she noted in a voice that actually didn't seem to surprised at all, as if she had seen so many mad things by now that nothing was left to surprise her.

"So it seems." Harold told his sister.

"Are you going to stay like that?" Hilda asked with a lifted eye-brow.

"yes, it looks that way." Harold sighed. "Hilda, I want you to meet my daughter, this is Fiona, your niece." He presented.

"Hey." Fiona waved down. "I'm pleased to meet you."

Hilda blinked at Fiona. "Harold, she's mighty pretty. But, I thought you married a human princess, why is she a pretty ogre?" she asked.

"It's a long story." Fiona told. "A really long, complicated story." She laughed to herself. "Apparently I take after my dad." She chuckled.

"Your family apparently has some-thing about changing species all the time., giving me a head-ache all-ready." Hilda grumbled. "What will your children be like? Will we finally get that horse in the family?" she asked in a very dry voice.

Fiona chuckled. "Well, what-ever specie they chose, we'll love them." She told. "Right dad?"

Harold nodded. "Of cause." He told.

"Harold."

Fiona and Harold looked towards the castle where the queen was coming towards them. "Harold there you are, I missed you in the bed-chamber." She told. "How can any-one sleep alone in such a big empty bed?" she asked with a shake of her head.

Harold smiled happily by the sight of Lillian coming. "Sorry Hilda, it looks like the wife is calling."

"Sorry mom." Fiona smiled. "I guess I were the one keeping him up."

Harold jumped down from the reiling and towards Lillian. "I was just telling her about how we met." He stated. "Our first kiss, all of that, I suppose it was about time she knew." He told as he reached Lillians feets.

"Sounds like you two had a long talk." Lillian stated as she bowed down to pick her husband up.

"Well, I suppose you could say we had some bonding time." Harold blinked.

"My goodness it's late." Fiona yawned as she covered her mouth. "There can't be long to dawn, I better go up to Shrek, I want to be there when he wakes up."

"You do that." Harold nodded. "And we'll have breakfast together, just the four of us."

"I'm looking forward to it dad!" Fiona exclaimed as she hurried towards the castle.

"So my little frog Prince." Lillian smiled at Harrold. "This is the place huh, you remember?"

"Of cause I do, we both met here for the first time, you saved my life, I got your ball." Harold sighed dreamingly.

"And we kissed for the first time, right at this spot if I remember correctly." Lillian commented.

"No, you would have to go three steps to the left." Harold told.

Amused Lillian did just that, walked three steps to the left, and then she lifted her frog, to kiss him, the same way she had done so long ago, as she opened her eyes though, he was still just a frog, but Lillian didn't mind, she did not hesitate taking him up into the castle and into their shared bed chamber, where she placed him on his pillow, beside her own head. "good night my love." She whispered.

"Good night love." Harold returned as Lillian reached for the light, and blowed it out, leaving them in almost darkness, except for the stars shining outside, and the almost dawn slowly approaching, for yet another day in every-ones happily ever after.


AN; well, that was the end of this story.

I don't usually ask for this, and as you can see.. the story is actually sort of finished, but.. a review would be sort of nice. You don't have to point out the spelling mistakes, I know. I'm from Denmark, speak Danish normally, I make spelling mistakes all the time and a first grader US citizen can write better English that me. But.. how do you like the story as a whole? did you like it? And.. I actually got an idea for maybe some additional chapters, would people be interested in those?

Well regardless, hope you enjoyed reading, I enjoyed writing it!

Sofie.