Marauderes
By the time the sun rose, Lily drove the pink beast onto the cracked pavement of a small, dusty gas station. The building looked a bit like the location of “Texas chain saw massacre”, a horror movie Lily and him had watched in the summer after their fourth year. “Time to fill up the old baby!”, Lily cheered, “James, will they be here soon?” To Severus Snape’s horror, James nodded with a bright grin. “Yeah, they said they would meet us here.”, Potter answered. Severus could feel his stomach hide behind his intestines. “Who? Will be here soon?”
But he did not get an answer. In fact, he did not need one because they were already here. And Severus had been wrong: It could get worse. It was getting worse right now. As if his question had summoned them, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and, worst of all, Sirius Black, left the shabby little gas station house. Potter and his awful friends laughed and hugged each other, patted each other's backs and started to cheer about how great a road trip together would be. Severus hoped the ground would just open up and swallow him.
But it did not and instead Black noticed him. “Oh fuck, Sniv is actually here? No way, I thought you were kidding, Prongs! Hey, Sniv, why the suit? It does not really fit the car, does it?”, the young man laughed. Lily, who had just been busy opening Miranda’s rusty tank clap, whipped around. “Cut it out, Sirius! He didn’t bring anything else. It’s not like he expected to flee in Miranda!”, she hissed. Black raised his hands in mock-surrender, the loose threads of the T-Shirt, that looked like he had ripped its sleeves off with bare hands, slipping down his muscular arms. “All right, all right!”, he chuckled.
Potter slapped his best friend’s back. “Come on, Padfoot. Let’s buy some food for the road.”, he explained and the Marauders shuffled back into the gas station house. “Please tell me they won't all join us.”, Severus begged, looking at Lily with big, black eyes. The red-head had the audacity to giggle. “Well, yes. Of course they are coming along. We need as many people as possible to protect Harry, if your old boss comes along. And James trusts all of them.”, she said shrugging. “Can’t you invite any of your friends? You know... some of those nice, non-bully Gryffindor girls you used to be friends with? Are you and Mary McDonald no longer friends? What about Alice and Frank? Are they not Aurors now? They would be great at protecting your son. Definitely better then... you know... a werewolf?!”, Severus replied.
Lily gave him a nasty look. “Or better than a death eater”, she snapped. Severus crossed his arms. “I never asked you to drag me along.” His former best friend shook her head, her red hail flying around her like flames. “At least try to be civil. You did enough bullshit, and you know that, or you wouldn’t have come to my house. They changed, matured, you know? Wouldn’t it be nice if we all could get along? At least try to be civil. And if they don`t behave...”, Lily cracked her knuckles, “Well, if they are as nasty as in fifth year, I will take care of them.” Oh, she was scary. She always had been. Scary and resentful. There was a reason her and Severus had clicked so well.
Inside the van, little Harry began to cry, saving Severus from the rest of that conversation. Lily immediately went into the van and got her screaming child out. As soon as the kid spotted Severus he giggled and tried to grab his hair again. Instantly the wizard took a step back, to save his scalp. Lily grinned. “Aw, he likes you!”, she giggled bouncing her baby up and down in her arms. “No, he doesn’t. He likes to torment me”, Severus replied and took another step back from the hair snatching toddler, “Just like his fa...”
James Potter left the gas station in this exact moment, his horrid friends following close behind. They were laughing like chickens, yellowish bags in their hands and mischief in their eyes. “Hey Sniv! We got you clothes!”, Pettigrew yelled waving one of the bags. Severus felt sick. Not even the fact that Lily berated the marauders for using that awful nickname was helping. Potter shoved the first bag into his arms and the others quickly followed suit. Whatever was in there had to be awful. “Go change, quick!”, Black barked and shoved him towards the disgusting gas station bathroom.
The stuff in the bags was absolutely hideous. With half the clothes, Severus wasn’t even sure if it was entirely to insult him, of if those stupid purebloods just didn’t know anything about muggle clothing. Moste likely both.
The first bag contained a pink shirt with sunglasses wearing purple unicorns, as well as a pink skirt. In a second bag there was a pair of trousers that clearly belonged to a cowboy costume and several black shirts, each with writing on them. “Dipshit”, “I’m not gay but 20£ is 20£”, “Blowjob babe”, “Ass with ears” and “No one likes me”. Great. He would not wear any of those. The third bag contained a bright blue shark onesie with fluffy teeth sticking out from under its hood and a massive “JAWS” logo on the back. He would hex them all! With an angry huff he opened the last bag. Black sunglasses, ripped jeans and a jean jacket with a patch of a smiling sun giving a thumbs up and the phrase “lighten up sunshine” embroidered on its back. No shirt. Just wonderful.
Growling insults under his breath Severus folded his suit and carefully placed it into one of the bags. Then he put the jeans, the unicorn shirt and the jean jacket on, closing it, to hide the monstrosity underneath. Still cursing, he left the bathroom and strode back to Miranda. “Aw, Sniv! Don’t tell me you didn’t like my beautiful shark muggle-robe!”, Black mocked. Severus gave him the finger while sitting down on his spot next to Harry. Lily adjusted the mirror and punched the gas down once more. Harry squealed. Severus felt the urge to vomit.