Nagini's POV
"So, Nagini," my Master says conversationally one day out of the blue. "How would you feel about helping me with a little reconnaissance in the Ministry of Magic?"
"What, actually get out of this house?" I asked incredulously.
"But of course. You have seemed a bit restless lately, all cooped up in here with no one but me, Wormtail and the occasional visitor to torment."
And pretending to eat. I added silently to myself. "How exactly am I supposed to get in there? I'm a bit big to go in somebody's pocket, you know."
"That won't be a problem."
"I am not going on a diet! And no plastic surgery either!" I said indignantly.
My Master laughed hysterically. I couldn't see what was so funny. It was me he was talking about starving and then chopping in half. Even then, it'd be more like a back pack then a pocket.
"No my dear. You will use the visitors entrance. In your human form."
"I don't think that'll work too good."
"Why?" He said sharply. "You told me you had made enormous progress in maintaining human form."
"Yeah, from not at all to 30 seconds." I retorted.
I could feel the anger rolling off him. He narrowed his eyes calculatingly. "WORMTAIL!" he shrieked. He sounded like a woman.
Wormtail scurried into the room. He smelled suspicious, of defensiveness, of deception. I snapped at his heels. I would have tripped him too, but I could tell my Master was displeased with me, and might take exception to an unconscious lackey.
"Send word to Severus to come at his earliest convenience."