To the Anon who reviewed about OC drivel, please read the summary; this is a FEM!Harry story. There are no OC's unless you count the Adder Den, although they are only to help add to her character and are not actual, pre-thought up characters of mine; the Adders, Uparaja's extended story time and subsequent character traits, as well as the particular sentience of Vormund are really the only things I don't have to disclaim. Uparaja the Burmese Python is even in the first book and movie; although they were different as one was a Boa Constrictor and the other a Burmese Python. I just gave the python a name and kept him in the story. I do thank you, however, for posting a review.

~Parseltongue~

'thoughts'

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It would seem that Seren had spoken too soon.

Immediately after the zoo incident, acceptance letters from her wizarding school started coming... Via owl. Uncle Vernon was having a rather large breakdown about the 'freakish-ness and indecency of it all'. Uparaja kept telling his Speaker how he thought the man's heart would give out due to how much purpling and spluttering he did.

If he thought the neighbors would be talking about how many owls had taken a sudden interest in number four Privet Drive, he obviously didn't think about what boarding up your mail slot and fireplace would make them talk about. Seren had been confined to her cupboard more than usual after the Dursleys figured out that more and more letters would come; not that she minded. Uparaja and her still went to the Den nightly to visit with their Adder brethren courtesy of Vormund's assistance.

The Adders had taken surprisingly well to the rather giant Burmese, Mother had decided that if he took care of their precious Sarff, then he would be welcomed into the Den. Seren sighed sadly, as she took to her hanging hammock in the corner of the cupboard, thinking of her beloved Mother. She was nearing the last days of her life, being nearly fifteen she was exceptionally healthy; however, the entire Den knew of her failing energy. They also knew that she was holding out until she was sure Seren was going to the wizarding school; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, according to the multitude of letters they'd been getting. Seren didn't want Mother to leave but she knew it had to happen. So she and Uparaja had made a plan.

To take Mother to see Hogwarts before she left the world; they'd give her an honorary burial on the enchanted grounds as well, to show their love and appreciation.

All that was left was to be able to accept the school's offer of attendance and to find a way to get Mother there; that and school shopping. Uparaja slid from his large water basin and climbed his way onto Seren's hammock to curl up with her. The Dursleys had removed her small cot and gotten her a super thick, industrial grade fishing net to use as a bed after they'd gotten home from the zoo. Seren had scoured the garden shed for a basin large enough to accommodate most of Uparaja's body comfortably, while also being able to fit into her cupboard.

Her little room was awkward yet perfect for hosting the both of them. The door was at the tallest point of her room at seven feet which then slanted down to be two and a half feet at the smallest end due to being located under the stairs. As the door opens, her three-foot tall bookcase is immediately to the left and covered the length of the three-foot wide wall, the hammock hangs kitty-corner over it at four and a half feet and looks directly at the door, then from left to right the eight foot length of her room has thread bare rugs and towels to cover the wooden boards, she hung her clothes using the nails that protruded from the entire length of the walls on both sides, she tucked her two pairs of shoes on the top corner of her bookcase closest to the door and the large, rectangular three by four-foot water basin stood at a foot and a half tall and was pushed snugly into the shortest half of her room.

They were lucky that it had been a perfect fit.

With Uparaja's basin taking up a good four out of eight feet of room length, they literally shared the room fifty-fifty. Though there were times she'd lay on the floor and hang her feet and calves into the basin and Uparaja would come to curl up or coil around her in her hammock. They made do just fine, with the awkward shape and size of the room, merely because he could curl up tightly so his nearly twenty-foot body could fit into a three-foot space while she had a petite body that looked barely nine or ten and her unusually short height was never a problem. After getting the basin in, which was the hardest part, it only took a few trips to the kitchen and back with two buckets to fill it with water.

~I heard uncle shouting about moving to some rock in the middle of the ocean so that the owls would stop hassling them. Then when he tried to move a packed suitcase from the door to the trunk they all swooped in and chased him back into the house. They're smart, they know the difference between his briefcase and a suitcase and they're making sure we stay exactly where we are. I think that's referred to as 'house arrest'. I wonder if that means they're sending some one here... Aunt Petunia won't like that.~

A short pause. ~You haven't tried to eat any of the owls have you? They seem nice.~

A hissing laugh was returned. ~I was watching them chase him back inside from the tree in the backyard. No, I haven't eaten any of them, Sarff, in fact they don't seem to mind my company in the branches with them; so long as I don't startle them. What's wrong, little Speaker?~

A soft sigh as she relaxed into Uparaja's coils and pushed the hammock into a swinging motion by kicking lightly off the wall. ~I turn eleven tonight, we should bring something for the Den. To celebrate. What do you think?~

~I can go out and hunt down some rabbit and mice, maybe I'll ask the owls to help so that we can bring lots to the Den.~

~Yeah, maybe if you and the owls hunt enough today, I can have Vormund levitate them to the Den tonight. Maybe we can invite the owls as well. Although... I don't speak Owl-ease, only Parseltongue.~

They looked at each other before laughing, or hissing in Uparaja's case, at the absurdity of 'Owl-ease'. ~I'm sure it wouldn't be called something quite as bland as Owl-ease, Sarff.~

And with that laugh, Seren climbed down from her hammock, making use of the bookcase shelves as small steps, and led him to the back door and allowed him out with orders to have all kills hidden outside of the garden fences. 'We'll have a good time tonight,' Seren thought, 'I'll make sure tonight is as good as possible since this may be the last celebration with Mother... Everything will be nice and tomorrow I'll be eleven. We'll make it.'

Professor Severus Snape normally scared the living daylights out of Hogwarts students due to him sweeping down the halls like a great black bat, today he would have absolutely petrified them. His day had started off well enough, until he'd been summoned to Dumbledore's office just before lunch. He knew, just knew, his good day was shot the moment he'd seen that Merlin be damned twinkle!

His gut instinct had been correct.

Not only was he being taken from his wonderfully simmering potions, but he had to personally deliver a Hogwarts acceptance letter to Potter's brat. Personally! As in face to face.

His grumbling got darker as he exuded an aura of grim displeasure. He couldn't help but think sardonically to himself, 'Was the child incapable of removing a tied letter from an owl's leg? Or picking it out of the mail?' He scoffed lightly, 'She is probably too pampered to do anything for herself.'

He decided, rather darkly, to go early morning the next day; with any luck he'd be waking her from sleeping in on her birthday. He would have cackled to himself if the idea wasn't as childish as it was; not that he needed to harm the girl. With that thought happily floating through his sharp mind, he sped off to his personal potions lab in the dungeons. After all, there was no reason to add the insult of a blown up potion to the injury of his pride from being forced to see to the Potter child.

The bright morning sun saw Severus Snape at the doorstep of Number Four Privet Drive at exactly seven o'clock. However, he was not expecting to be looking quite as dumbstruck as he was... 'Seriously there has to be, at the very least, a hundred school owls practically barricading the house!' There were even owls in the trees and on the rooftops of houses as far down the street as Number Nine!

"What in Merlin's name...?" was all the poor, confused man could get out due to his stupor.

Collecting his jaw from the proverbial floor, he straightened out his clothing, turned back to the door, rang the doorbell and took a calm step back. It was easier to be intimidating if you looked properly presentable. He had even worn his more 'Muggle friendly' black robe-like cloak over a dark emerald silk, button down shirt and black slacks.

Not even a full minute later, the door was slid open nearly soundlessly. Severus blinked twice before slowly tilting his head down, lower and lower, until his obsidian gaze finally caught the large, bright, jade green eyes of a child. He was unsure if the small being was male or female. The child was cute in a pixie-ish way that most likely denoted being a female; however, the over-sized, hole filled and mostly thread bare boy's clothing was saying otherwise. The large, almost almond shaped, killing curse green eyes blinked owlishly at him before an impishly cute smile crossed the delicately structured face.

He was, by now, eighty-five percent sure the child was a girl. 'Too pretty for a boy... Maybe?'

The petite child spoke first, using near impeccable manners, "Forgive me, sir, but if you have business with the Dursleys, They won't be entertaining until after nine this morning." She, for the soft-spoken voice was surely feminine, paused to look a bit closer, "Are you, perhaps a business partner of Mr. Dursley's? Not to be rude but I don't remember meeting you, sir."

Taken aback by the young girl's wonderful manners he cleared his throat to reply, "Ah, no, my apologies for coming to call so early. I am actually looking for a Miss Potter, if you could wake her."

He watched as her bright, jade eyes widened and realization and hope flashed behind their sparkling depths. The child leaned out of the door slightly, glancing around before whispering, "Sir, are you from the special boarding school that's been sending acceptance letters with the lovely owls that now guard the house?"

Severus noted the slight awe in her soft voice before he nodded. Receiving a positive answer, she opened the door wider to allow him access to the entryway. "Please do come in, sir, would you like some coffee or tea? I've just started breakfast if you would care to have some, it's still early after all."

Following her into the dining room, that was a large alcove of the kitchen, he couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't your mother make breakfast?" He would have missed the slight flinch and tensing of her shoulders if he hadn't been watching.

"My mother passed away. This is my aunt and uncle's home. I'm sorry, I just noticed I didn't introduce myself." She turned from her spot in the center of the pristine kitchen and offered her dainty hand, "I'm Seren Potter, sir, it's nice to meet some one who's like me."