"That’s better.  I give you my word that if Wormtail ever lays so much as a finger upon you, in this room or any other, he shall lose more than that and be fed to Nagini."  Voldemort stroked the giant snake at his side, whose gaze flicked to the corner where Wormtail was undoubtedly hiding.  It hissed, tongue flicking out, as though in anticipation.  Weren’t snakes supposed to like rats?  She stifled a giggle at the sudden imagery of Nagini eating Wormtail whole, in one long gulp.