Snape had retired from teaching and decided to accept the gift of the muggle vehicle called an RV and a ticket to the wilds of North American Wyoming that Hogwarts had given him in thanks for his years of service.
As Wyoming was about as far from Harry Potter and his thrice be damned know-it-all wife he enjoyed the quiet and solitude. He sat in the back brewing his potions, although he had no idea why he had an urge to do it in his underwear.
Suddenly a strange whirring sound came from overhead. He looked out of his door and with a snarl just before the bright beams of light came down screamed "POT-AHHHHHHHH!"
Harry paused getting ready for bed. He shivered slightly.
"Is there something wrong Harry?" His not so blushing brown haired bride whose uncle in America sold RVs smiled at him.
"I dunno. Its like a voice somewhere cried out my name then was silenced." he said in confusion.
The brown eyed girl whose other uncle worked for the ESA SETI program smiled as she pulled her husband into the bed. "Oh it was probably just a bad memory. Let me help give you some good memories."
Harry grinned as the strange feeling faded.
