The bonus chapter is short, and I got comments on ao3 from my two favourite people here ( the only two who always comment lately xD). Also, I had time so... Here's the bonus chapter I mentionned in the previous chapter.

It features Ewald POV, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it! Let me know how it feels to have someone else's point of view for once.

Since no one said anything, I decided I'd simply post the bonuses here, those which are not very relevant for the story will be posted at the very end.

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Ewald left Vivian's room, somewhat hesitant to leave her alone, but they both needed time to recover. His own mind was clouded, a persistent headache pounding at his temples, making it difficult to fully comprehend everything that had just happened and to process all the information. He knew that clarity would come with time, and he didn't try to focus on it. The priority now was to eat and rest.
Arthur met him a few corridors away from the Great Hall, which Ewald was grateful for. He had given him a brief overview of what would happen that night, without going into too much detail to preserve Vivian's privacy.

"How are you feeling?" asked the Hufflepuff, full of concern.

"Like a hippogriff trampled my brain," Ewald groaned honestly.

"Where's Vivian?"

"She's resting in her hideout. It was rough on her too, though I think I took more of the hit than she did... I managed to unlock memories she couldn't access, but I also saw more than I was supposed to…"
Ewald rubbed his temples in frustration, while Arthur furrowed his brows, worried. Even though Ewald was usually open with him, he had rarely seen him in such a state. Ewald was usually more composed when they weren't in a secure place, and another student could stumble upon them at any moment here.

"Alright. Are you hungry? Dinner's nearly over, but there's still time to grab something."

"Let's go," Ewald agreed, knowing he needed to regain his strength and sit down.
They walked slowly towards the Great Hall, giving Ewald time to regain some composure.

Once seated not far from the Gryffindor table, where Alphonse and two of his housemates were loudly exchanging Quidditch stories, Ewald finally allowed himself to relax a little. Arthur sat across from him, ready to intervene at the slightest sign of weakness from his friend. They both helped themselves to generous portions of food and ate in silence. The Hufflepuff knew his friend needed quiet, and Ewald let his thoughts arrange themselves, though he couldn't help but dwell on what he had uncovered.
Vivian—or Aurore—owed her second life to some sort of mad scientist... Ewald was certain he had seen him somewhere before, but where? It wasn't that long ago... He would have to investigate it further, but later. Perhaps using Occlumency to sift through his memories, though it was definitely not wise to attempt it right now. In truth, what concerned the young man most were the memories he had accidentally glimpsed in Vivian's mind, memories he hadn't fully processed. He had a nagging feeling that something crucial was eluding him, along with a growing sense of urgency. He kept seeing that room with the green sheets, and Aurore's brother…
"Ewald, are you alright? You look a bit pale..."
The Slytherin pushed away the sensations and memories of Vivan's other life, returning to the present to answer his best friend's question.
"I'll be fine. My mind's just starting to sort through memories that aren't mine," he explained with a faint smile.

Arthur's concern didn't fully dissipate, but he nodded in understanding. Ewald slipped back into his meditative state, brushing aside the memory of rape (because that's what it had been about) to focus on another, one he had only caught glimpses of. The memories Ewald had accessed by breaking the barrier in Vivian's mind were the most emotionally charged, her most violent ones. She had managed to contain their flood, to shield them from his senses, but not right away—she hadn't reacted fast enough due to the shock of the barrier's rupture. In that brief moment, he had seen part of her secrets, and now, as the realization slowly dawned, Ewald began to understand what he had glimpsed in that instant.
Among those memories was one fragment, just before Vivian had fully closed her mind, and suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, he grasped the gravity of what he had seen. A rooftop. A swirl of intense, destructive emotions—despair mingled with joy and resignation. A liquid that had burned her insides, making her cough, and a voice she had loved in her ears. Then the end. She had hung up the phone, drawn a breath strained by the pain in her stomach, and stood at the edge of the rooftop. And she had jumped.
Ewald sat bolt upright on the bench, the sense of urgency swelling as his mind dissected what he had witnessed, the glimpses, the emotions he had felt through Aurore's thoughts and memories. Arthur noticed his sudden movement, asking what was wrong, but Ewald didn't answer. Panic gripped him, an awful suspicion exploding in his mind, momentarily erasing everything else around him—even his usual carefulness about appearances was forgotten. Without hesitation, he cast "Point me Vivian".
The wand did not point towards the tower where her secret hideout was, and where she was supposed to be.

"Ewald, what's going on?"

"Come with me. Do you have a broom with you?"

"Of course not, but answer me. Is something wrong with Vivian?"

"I think so. I'm not sure, but I think so."

Ewald tried hard to think. He noticed Alphonse talking with his friends and made a quick decision.

"Arthur, can you get me a bezoar quickly?"

"I've got one in my dormitory, in my first aid kit, but..."

"Go get it, we'll meet at the entrance of the Great Hall in two minutes."
Arthur realised it was pointless to argue, the urgency in the Slytherin's voice was unmistakable, and he knew he would get an explanation later. He ran towards his common room, his mind swirling with increasingly worrying scenarios. Was Vivian in danger?
Meanwhile, Ewald headed towards Alphonse and his Quidditch teammates. When they noticed him, the blonde looked surprised while his companions' expressions hardened slightly.

"Sorry to interrupt, Bludfire, but I need to borrow your broom."

"What for? What's going on?"

Noticing the people around them, Ewald signalled the Gryffindor to follow him to the entrance of the Great Hall, which the red-and-gold did without question, a hint of curiosity and excitement in his eyes.

"Don't tell anyone, because I'm not entirely sure, but I think Vivian's in danger, and I need to get to her immediately. I need to bring Arthur, but we'll go faster if we're not both on my broom."

"I'm coming with you."

Ewald was about to protest, but before he could say a word, Alphonse understood his intention and said with a teasing tone:

"Arthur on my broom? That's a guaranteed accident, and he'd never keep up with your pace. I know how to fly, and I've taken passengers before. Vivian is my friend too. I want to be there if she needs help."

"I'm not even sure she needs help..." Ewald weakly protested.

At that moment, Arthur arrived, and the Slytherin gave up arguing. His wand, which was still pointing in the direction of Vivian, had stabilized during their discussion and now indicated the Forbidden Forest. The green and silver student wasn't convinced it was a good sign that she'd reached her destination.
Without further delay, they rushed out of the castle and mounted their brooms, Ewald riding alone while Arthur sat behind Alphonse. The Slytherin led the way, not bothering to fly low to avoid being spotted. Fear gnawed at him, as did doubt. Vivian couldn't really be about to do what he thought, could she? She couldn't die. She mustn't die.
As they arrived above the forest, Ewald glanced quickly behind him. Alphonse's broom was keeping up well, the Gryffindor pushing his skills to the limit to stay close despite his inexperienced passenger, though he was gradually losing some ground. Soon, Ewald spotted a flickering glow among the trees, like the light of a fire. He no longer needed his wand to guide him now. He knew where to find Vivian.

He flew over the clearing, slowing down, and what he saw froze him for a moment. Still, he instinctively stopped his broom abruptly, nearly losing his balance. Vivian was standing at the edge of the fire, a blade at her throat, ready to slice. Thankfully, he still had his wand in hand, and without taking the time to stabilize himself or aim precisely, he shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!"
He rushed to land, hearing Alphonse and Arthur arriving behind him. They were saying all sorts of things in panicked, shocked voices, but Ewald wasn't listening. He was too focused on getting to Vivian. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her away from the fire, then turned her around to get a better look at her.
A thin stream of blood trickled down the Gryffindor's throat, but it wasn't anything too severe. Nothing irreparable. Ewald couldn't properly use Occlumency due to his earlier session with Vivian, but he pushed his emotions down as much as possible. He needed to handle the situation calmly and think clearly. Arthur and Alphonse were rushing towards them, their mouths full of questions.
"Calm down. Questions can wait. Arthur, I need you to heal Vivian's wound. Alphonse, gather her things and put out the fire, please."

Alphonse immediately set to work without protest, naturally yielding to Ewald's authority, while Arthur cautiously approached their friend. He was making a tremendous effort to keep himself together, and it showed. Ewald knew him well enough to see that his friend was on the verge of a breakdown. Ewald himself was keeping his composure, but he wasn't far off either. The Hufflepuff spoke in a slightly strained voice:
"It would be best to move the blade away from the wound, or I won't be able to heal it properly."
Ewald nodded, grimacing.

"Alright. Vivian, I'm going to lift the spell. I swear, if you try anything—either to harm yourself or to run away—I will cast it on you again immediately, and you'll have to explain yourself to Madam Pomfrey."
He gave the Gryffindor a few seconds to fully absorb the threat, then he lifted the spell, keeping a firm grip on her wrist, just in case.

She let her arm fall, allowing Ewald to take the dagger without resistance, and said nothing while Arthur tended to her wound. Alphonse approached her, holding her belongings in his hands, and offered them, asking,

"Why did you do that?"
Ewald wasn't sure if it was a good idea to return her wands, so he took them instead. Vivian shot him a resentful glare, comforting him in his decision. She then asked, with a mix of anger and despair,

"How did you know?"
"The memories, Vivian. I could apologise, but I'm not sorry. We'll talk, but somewhere else," Ewald said firmly, silencing Alphonse, who was seething beside him.
"I want you to leave me alone. You can't force me to stay with you. And I want you to give me back my wands, Ewald."
"That's out of the question. And you don't have to stay with us, in fact I'm giving you a choice. Either you explain yourself to us tonight, or I'll petrify you again and hand you over to Madam Pomfrey, who will surely inform the headmistress and your parents. Honestly, it would probably be wiser to leave you in the hands of a good Mind-healer."
"You have no right!" Vivian spat angrily. Ewald felt his own anger rising but held it in, responding in a dry tone,

"I've exposed your options."
The other two remained silent, both shocked and intimidated. Alphonse had an arm around Arthur's shoulders, who was trembling like a leaf. Vivian merely nodded and replied in an emotionless voice,

"Fine, I'll come with you."

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