Most forms of darkness have their roots at the dawn of time. They have had centuries to flourish and grow, till they are deep seated and rotten to the core. Some, however, are young, and prone to acne like outbreaks of drama and angst. Little Severus was no different. He just wanted to play with his chemistry set and try to come up with ways to kill off his mortal enemies, Sirius and James. But for some reason, his mother insisted that he join with the local chapter of Boy Scouts. Something about socializing with other children. Ha. Him? Socializing? With other children? Hell would freeze over first.
However, the demons must have been ice skating as his mother drug him out of bed, and drove to his first meeting. Since they were making every attempt to appear like everyone else, she felt as though it would give the troop leaders a bit of a shock if their newest member just appeared out of thin air. However, her driving skills were not what they should have been (seeing as how she had never driven once in her life). Therefore, Severus found himself clinging to the handle on the door as his mother cut corners, drove on the curb, and at one point, sped rapidly down the wrong side of the road.
"Mum, maybe I should drive…"
She shook her head at him as she narrowly avoided hitting an unfortunate elderly gentleman who had attempted to cross as the walk sign flashed above. Sticking her head out of the window, she bellowed, "Get out of the road, you numbskull!"
Pulling her head back in, she replied to her son, "Now, Sevvy, how would it look if we arrived with you driving? The muggles have age restrictions on drivers, and since we're trying to appear as normal as possible, I have to drive."
However, the future potions master wasn't even sure that they were going to arrive in one piece as the traffic in front of them slowed to a stop and his mother proceeded to smash headlong into the car in front of her. Not even stopping to make sure that the other driver was ok, she u-turned down a side street and pulled to a sudden, rather jerky stop in front of a derelict building, complete with a shabby sign that read "Home of the Scouts." At least, that's what he supposed it read. However, time and lack of care had worn down the paint, so that the only visible letters stated, "Hom o he S o ts."
She licked her finger, and in typical mother fashion, began to wipe at whatever bit of Severus' breakfast remained on his chin. She then pulled out a comb from the bottomless pit that she insisted on calling a purse and attempted to detangle the greasy rat's nest that barely passed for hair. She looked at him, tears welling in her large brown eyes.
"Severus, I'm so proud of you. You're turning out to be such a fine young man. Now go in there, and hold your head up high. You're such a good boy."
This speech went on for several more minutes, but Severus heard none of it. He was already outside of the car by the time she started. By the time she noticed that she no longer had an audience, he gotten into his first fight.
It wasn't his fault James was in the same troop as him.