[Harry Potter] The Chosen One and the Black Waltz

"Please stop." A graceful young man in white, fair as snow, smiled with easy calm. "That body is the one I've set my sights on. Would you give it to me?" The king of the night raised his blood-red eyes, their haughty light gleaming. He lifted the wand in his hand and gave a cold smile. "But he's my prey." "I can do one thing for you." The young man, bearing the sin of pride, bowed slightly. His silver hair danced in the wind, and he was as noble as a prince. "Anything?" Voldemort found himself unusually amused. His gaze swept over the pale-faced wizarding couple nearby, contemptuous and aloof. "Of course." "Very well. From today on, you are Harry Potter, The Chosen One." "The Chosen One? I prefer the name Satanail." Satanail (Satan), the angel of pride. The deputy ruler of Heaven, supreme commander of the armies of darkness, and chief instigator and perpetrator of the rebellion against Heaven.