He didn’t use to like snakes very much; honestly, he didn’t have much of an opinion on snakes either way, but suppose it changed a bit, when Ginny got sick. They both knew she was dying; she was 163, she just wasn’t strong enough to fight the illness like she might once have been, and all she cared about was Harry not being left alone when she was gone. Obviously, the kids visited as much as they could but life is what it is and they couldn’t always be there, and Harry would never have asked them to be. It just was what it was, simply enough. Ginny, however, refused to let him sit around all alone in their empty old house, so what did she do? She bought him four snakes! Two years later, the bloody things had multiplied and he was busy as a bee taking care of his sixteen babies.