Hatter: (still mad) R.O.O. doesn't own…

Eileen: (cringing from the boys) only owns me, Wool's orphanage kids and owner, and any parents you see in the story. Except Uncle Sev and his parents.


The boys glared at Eileen, ripping her dress off of her cruelly and leaving it in nothing more than ribbons and her top hat strewn on her bedside. She cringed, trying to use magic, but it was no use – Dumbledore had bound it when she'd first let loose wild magic here at age three and killed another person on accident.

She glared, wishing she'd had the Vorpal Sword with her, and realized that Cheshire wasn't her familiar at all. She felt her vision getting dizzy and the room began swimming. She could hear them laughing and mocking at what they were going to do to her now that she was back, and her body revved into high gear to protect itself.

"Off with your heads," she growled, grabbing her rod that she'd stuffed into the side of her bed and rammed it against one of the boys' heads, causing him to hit the floor.

"You ungrateful bitch!" another snarled. "After all those times we fucked you, this is how you repay our birthday and Christmas presents?"

"The only thing I'm grateful for with you lot is that you never gave me an un-birthday present!" she shot back, confusing them.

The boys flinched as they heard yelling from downstairs, in a voice that was very much like the hatter's they'd seen before, only much more terrifying and dark. And loud.

"that'll be Hightopp," she beamed before ramming each one of their heads with the rod a few times, an extra time on their male parts for good measure. "Maybe that'll teach you not to think with your penises, you Jabberwockies."

"Ungrateful bitch," the leader snarled, and she used wild magic to transform the rod into a sword. She wielded it, and they backed off.

"Off with your heads," she beamed as she charged forwards.

"You're not getting Eileen," the woman insisted. "A man by the name of Tom Riddle came by to pick her up only to find her gone. He says that she's his daughter and that he was too busy with work to care for her until now."

"He never has," hatter said darkly. "Eileen explained it all. He's a murderer."

"Tom? He was a gentleman," she said dismissing it. "Terrifying and oddly dressed, but a gentleman. A sane gentleman, who was a businessman for a living."

The hatter's eyes grew dark yet again.

"He ran out to save his own skin, and betrayed his child by killing her mother just after she was done giving birth. She was conceived through rape, and has been raped by those boys by the looks that she was giving them and they her. and you – you're just as bad as the Bloody Red Queen."

"And you're as mad as a hatter," she retorted.

"I am mad," he conceded. "And I am a hatter. I'm the Mad Hatter, one and only to the White Queen. I need not tell you much more, but you'll be terribly late for your tea if we stay much more to discuss this. Give me Eileen and the four boys who went upstairs, and we'll leave you alone permanently."

"No," she shot back. "Those four keep all the others in line. They're perfect little angels."

"They're little monsters," he growled. "It doesn't take a genius, or a sane person to know that she's terrified of them. She'll slay them without a hesitation if they raise a hand against her."

"They would never!" she shot angrily, "Those boys are nothing but little angels! They've only been giving Eileen what she rightfully deserves, and that is what her father did to the other orphans when he was her age! If she doesn't like how they fuck her, that's her damn problem!"

The hatter's eyes grew to an outrageous orange and his shadows grew so dark that it looked like they were the very epitome of the pits of hell. She crawled backwards as she realized what she'd said.

"They fucked her? they fucked our champion? How dare they! How long has this been happening? How many times a year? How many boys? How many times did she tell you and you do nothing? How many times has she driven someone to madness in protection? How many times did she go to you and beg for you to lock her somewhere safe or to send her away and you denied her the very right that every child should have? HOW MANY, YOU GUTLESS, SCOTTISH PILIGERING GOOD FOR NOTHING-!"

"Hatter!" Eileen called down, and he froze, his voice straining. "Hatter, I need some clothes up here!"

He shot a glare at the caretaker before racing upstairs and knocking on Eileen's door. After a quick enter from her, he barged in to find her wrapped in her filthy, grimy bed sheets (which had literally gone without washing since Voldemort used them), and the other boys on the floor naked with bruises and cut wounds on them, their male parts also severed from them.

"Not the usual meaning of 'off with their heads' I know," she smiled madly. "But I felt it appropriate since they were… you know."

"Trying to rape you," he choked, and she nodded as she looked away. "you're still our Eileen. We still love you. Mirana will be able to find a cure for you, I'm sure."

"thanks," she grinned as he picked up the boys' clothes and began to sew her a new dress with them quickly. "Wow, that's amazing. Where did you learn that?"

"My parents," he grinned. "We Hightopp's have always been employed in the royal courts, remember?"

"That's amazing, Hatter," she beamed before furrowing her brow in confusion. "Hatter? Are you sure that your mother isn't alive?"

"I don't know what happened to her," he admitted. "I've always meant to go back to the home I was raised in, but…"

"We should," Eileen said gently. "Besides – I've already gotten rid of these bloody jabberwockies' heads, in a different sense of the word. All that's left now is the black queen."

"Indeed," the hatter grinned madly, his eyes now turning black and the shadows that were once under his eyes had gone from black back to pink again, and were now going to a dark green as it was silver that shone above his eyes.

"I like this," Eileen beamed as she put the dress on and hatter glared at each of the boys in turn. "Wow, Hatter, this is amazing! You've got to teach me your trade!"

"Perhaps after the Frabjous day," he smiled as he held out her hand. "I won't hurt you. It is a crime to harm a champion. These boys learned so the hard way."


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