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Chapter One - The Way out of Here:

Harry hated school. He liked learning, but he hated everything else about it. He hated the constant presence of idiotic; arrogant dominants. He hated lectures on how submissives would never be as important as the idiotic; arrogant dominants. He hated being called mental because he didn't want to be known as a meek submissive that will only be known for breeding and serving. He hated living in a world where his opinion and life was meaningless. And he hated that he had to go to the headmaster's office for telling his teacher all about what he hated and why he hated it.

Harry entered the headmaster's office, his anger receding a little in the man's domineering presence. "Harry, my boy, come in." Dumbledore gestured to a chair in front of his desk.

Harry stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the man, he was already in the office. Harry shut the door behind him and sat down in the chair Dumbledore gestured to. "Now, my dear boy, what is this I hear from your teacher, Professor Trelawney? You seem to have made her quite upset."

Harry sighed, "Must you ask when you already know the answer?"

Dumbledore's eyes lost some of their usual twinkle, "Again? Harry, surely you know by now that the law of our land is made for the individuals living in it? By the Dominant/Submissive Act of 567 AD, you were put here to help the dominants!"

Harry stopped himself from growling at the man, "And by that same law I am put into servitude forever, and will never hold any place above domestics in my life! I'm basically a slave! Why do I even have education if I'm never going to learn anything that will be of use to me? If I'm to grow up as just a child-bearing servant, then I don't need a mind! I'll be of more use to you if I was a mindless dolt!"

Dumbledore growled, and Harry immediately bared his neck, silencing his voice and thoughts at once. "You will go to your room, Harry. There you will think about what you have just said to me and about your life. For too long you've thought this way. At first I thought you were too young to recognize the balance of the world in which you live, but now you are seventeen an adult. You need to think about your future before you ruin it by your thoughts and voice. You will stay in your room until I am convinced you will listen to reason. Go, now."

Harry obeyed and walked out of the office and up the stairs to his dorm room. He paused at his door, regaining his senses. He knew he shouldn't have gone off on Dumbledore like that, but he couldn't control himself. The man had taken care of him since he was eight, when his parents were killed in the war with another werewolf pack. The school was what he had known since then, and Dumbledore had given him the opportunity to an education often denied to submissives. He should be thankful for such a gift, yet all he could do was hate. Harry sighed and entered his room. His dorm mate, another submissive by the name of Neville Longbottom, was sitting in his bed. Neville looked up at Harry as the boy entered, a look a relief covering his face, "Harry, thank goodness you're back! I thought for sure you'd be expelled this time!"

Harry gave his friend a sad smile and closed the door, "No, not this time apparently." Neville began his usual lecture about Harry's "antics" as he called them. Harry, however, wasn't listening. He had long ago tuned the boy out, already knowing the lecture by heart. Instead, Harry thought about what he needed to do now. He looked out the window at the forest below and decided. Tonight, he was leaving this place behind. He had never seen another werewolf pack before, but had learned of their supposedly "savage" ways. He wanted to learn first hand about their way of life, about how they survived. It wasn't going to be easy, but who said he wasn't looking for a challenge? He would look for a pack that didn't care that he was a submissive, he would look for a new home.

"Neville?" Harry questioned.

Neville stopped his rant, looking slightly annoyed that Harry obviously had tuned him out, "Yes?"

"I'm leaving."

Neville blinked at his blatant words, "What?"

"I said I'm leaving," Harry stated, grabbing his messenger bag and dumping out the school books inside it, grateful Neville had taken his bag to their room as he usually did for him.

"Why?" Neville asked, shocked at Harry's sudden revelation.

"Because I'm tired of being treated like I'm some loon." Harry said while packing some clothing into his bag.

Neville gaped at him, "But Harry, you aren't thinking! I mean, where will you go? Have you even thought about what you're going to do for food? Submissives aren't taught hunting, only cooking, and what good is that if you need to find food to kill first?"

Harry sighed, "It's not like it matters what I'll do, I'm sure I'll find something out there!" Harry zipped his bag, ready to go. He grabbed his cloak and made his way to the door.

"Wait!" Neville said in distress, "I'll go with you!"

Harry turned, now it was his turn to gape at his friend, "What?"

Neville blinked, realizing his own words. After a moment, Neville regained himself, "I-I said I'll go with you, if only to help you realize what a mistake you're making."

Harry smiled at his friend and waited for him as Neville got his bag ready. This was going to be an interesting adventure, Harry was sure of it. But before he went, he knew he had another challenge to face, telling Hermione and Ron that he planned on leaving the pack.

End of Chapter One

Author's Note: I think I might have gone too fast with the storyline in this! If so, tell me and I'll try to revise it! For those of you whom still wait the next chapter of my other story, Life is Short, don't fret, it's either going to be put up tonight or tomorrow! Thanks for reading!