Hey readers! I have re-written and edited this older story of mine. I have been getting a lot of kind reviews and please to continue it, and as I am doing so well with my other story 'cigarette anyone' I thought it was time to get my ass into gear and listen to the kind reviewers!

So here is Mirran Sage renewed I hope you will enjoy it! I have split it into better chapters as well!

Warnings: Eventual HPLV so IT'S SLASH, DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT! Child abuse and sexual situations later. This chapter contains child abuse.

Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter or anything related *cries*

Thanks for all your patience and love reviewers! :D this is for you!!

Colour-chan X.x

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Prologue

Four year old Harry Potter, resident slave at four Privet Drive, was cleaning out the basement. Pushing aside heavy boxes and brushing up the dust and dirt.

"Hurry up Boy! We're making dinner and want you in your cupboard in ten minutes!" screeched his Aunt Petunia's high voice.

"Yes, Ma'am!" he replied. Harry Potter was currently dressed in a T-shirt and trousers, faded and torn, both several sizes too big for him. His bright Emerald eyes were the only part of him that looked alive. Messy black hair covered his head. Pale skin, wrists smaller than sparrow's legs, and on his forehead, the famous lightning bolt scar. This child was severely malnourished, and just as obviously abused. Various cuts and bruises littered his arms and face.

He hurriedly shoved the last few boxes to one side and his eyes fell on a photograph on the top of one of the boxes. He picked it up; it was of a beautiful red haired lady with dancing green eyes and a messy black haired man with warm hazel eyes. They were holding a baby between them. Harry recognised them as his parents from the dream he always had.

"It's him Lily! Take Harry and run!"

"Please no! Not Harry!"

"Stand aside you silly girl!"

Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip, willing away the remnants of the nightmare. He took a deep breath and reopened his eyes. Turning back to the box he saw a small leather bound book in the corner. It had gold writing on it. 'Lily's diary.' Harry's eyes widened and he tucked the photo and diary within his overly large clothes and trudged back up the stairs into the kitchen.

"Well!? What took you so long Boy!?" Cried his Uncle Vernon as he looked up.

"I'm sorry Sir," he whispered wincing. Vernon's face went purple.

"Well sorry isn't good enough Brat!"

He grabbed Harry by the hair and pulled him into the next room. Harry looked on in fear as his Uncle pulled his belt from around his waist. "This will teach you!" he shouted.

After that all that Harry remembered was pain.

By the time his Uncle dragged him into his cupboard Harry was bruised bleeding and tears streamed down his face. He lay curled up in a ball in one corner. After a while the sobs receded, Harry dared not glance down at himself, unwilling to see the damage on his skin. He stared up at the ceiling of his cupboard, his eyes unseeing and his face blank. Turning his head slightly Harry watched a small black spider weave a web between the handle of one of his aunts vacuum cleaners and the underside of one stair, he sighed slightly. How simple the spider was, back and forth, back and forth, weaving a home, perfectly safe. A strange look overcame Harry's face then as he realised that actually that wasn't entirely true. He reached out a hand and with a single finger broke the thread that held up the web. The spider fell to the floor and scuttled across, but before it made it to the relative safety of one of the dark corners harry crushed it with his fist. Wiping his fist on a dirty cleaning rag a small smile covered his face. The spider was so weak, all the flies caught in its web suffered as they were wrapped up and eaten alive, but he, Harry, had crushed the spider with a single blow. The similarities were not lost on Harry and his smile turned slightly wistful as he imagined Vernon as the spider.

Remembering his mother's diary, to keep the pain away, he read.

Within the diary Harry learned of his past. Of his parents, of his friends and in the end, surprisingly in the handwriting of his Aunt, of their betrayal and his status as the-boy-who-lived. He was shocked. He was special…a hero! Then why had they left him in this place!? His eyes darkened. His parents had trusted and paid for it with their lives, and then left him to pay for their mistakes with his constant suffering.

He wouldn't mourn them, instead he would hate them, for it was their deaths that had led him to end up in this place. He would never be as weak as them! Never trust anyone! He was a wizard! He was special! Harry closed his eyes and for the first time could feel down into his magical core. He brought out some of the energy and set fire to the diary and picture. "To cut off all ties, to them," he whispered.

"I am no longer Harry Potter, but," he paused "Mirran Sage, and I vow to keep my heart to myself and get strong! Stronger than everyone so no-one can ever hurt me anymore! I will not be the fly any longer!"

On that night four year old Harry Potter died……and five year old Mirran Sage was born.

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That was just the prologue guys so we hope that the next chapter will be longer! It'll be up soon. I hope you enjoyed the edit and that you will continue to read as I update!

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