The Divine Darkness

Chapter 12:You Don't Want to Escape

"I am Lord Octavio, master of the Mimes." Brilliant pink eyes sparkled. "And you, my precious Seer, are going to be my new puppet, strings and all." It took a long while to register these words. After all, the person who spoke them took a long while to get used to as well.

He was tall and painfully thin, but his long black tuxedo covered that up well enough. He wore a bowler hat which tipped sideways in order to cover up his left eye but it brought attention to his painted face. Like all the other Mimes, his skin was off-white. But his painting marks were bright green instead of black. Small triangles were painted underneath his pink eyes and a tear slid down one of his cheeks. He didn't have a smile or frown on his face, but an excited smirk.

What was even more interesting was his hair. Underneath the bowler hat, bright green hair stuck out in messy strands. The man was a complete mystery.

"Am I?" Harry questioned sarcastically.

The Lord of Mimes stretched his arms out wide, signaling towards the Mimes. "You will be one of them, my sweet, but much more special." Harry watched as Voldemort slowly drew his wand, as did a few other wizards who snapped out of their stupor. Lucius was one of the many that stood in front of their wives, their knuckles white from clutching their wands.

"Why do you want me, specifically? And what is your purpose?" Perhaps if he kept the man talking long enough, Voldemort could destroy the Mimes from the inside out. But he did want to hear about this man's purpose in the war. "And whose side are you on in the war? Dumbledore's or the Dark Lord's?" He knew it wasn't the latter, after all, Voldemort would have mentioned it to him before he spilled the fact out that Longbottom was his bloody Horcrux. And in his vision, the Mimes were attacking the dark wizards

"So many questions, my Seer," the Lord of Mimes chuckled, stepping closer to Harry. "I'm surprised you didn't See your questions. Isn't that what you're supposed to do? After all, you saw your brother's death." Harry raised an eyebrow, not backing away. The man sighed dramatically, his tear seemingly moving when his cheeks clenched. "I suppose I can satisfy your hunger, my Seer. After all, it is your birthday and my first night of coming out to the world."

Voldemort wasn't moving. He was just lounging in his chair, eyeing Lord Octavio with hidden amusement and cold assessment. His wand was out, but it was pointed to the ground. The Dark Lord clearly didn't even consider this man before Harry as a threat. Harry didn't really blame the man. Octavio didn't smell like power. Even Ginny Weasley had more smell to her aura then this man here. Even his army had no smell no emotion.

But that's what put Harry off guard. Why couldn't he sense them? Did they have a natural barrier against Seers?

"My purpose is to get rid of these stuck up dark wizards and to kill and use every Seer in this bloody world. They wield too much power for their own good and they go against Fate." The man's painted lips grinned. "As far as who I am sided with, I tend to go solo. But if you'd like to compare me with someone, Dumbledore is your best bet. Although he doesn't go around destroying the dark wizards in the correct way."

"And the correct way is what exactly?" Harry questioned. "Killing?"

The guests all seemed to relax slightly, underestimating Octavio, which was a bad move on their part. Harry fed the crowd waves of anxiety and fear, watching in satisfaction as they stiffened again.

Octavio raised his eyebrows at the crowd's reactions and turned a knowing look on Harry. "My dear, killing is so melodramatic. But in a way, yes, I suppose I do kill the dark wizards. But I pick up very nicely." There was something in the man's eye that sent Harry on edge. He stepped backward and to the side, inching closer to the guests of the ball.