A/N: Hi everyone, I've decided to start a new story. I'm gonna keep going with QOF, but this one is going to be good too.

It's going to be an AU, but not as you know it. Same story, different characters, different concepts. You are all familiar with the classic way to write FanFiction, but I have decided to rejig it a little. Usually, you take the characters of the book, and write a new story around them. This time, I'm going to take the same story, but I am going to rewrite the characters in the story.

So sit back, relax, and enjoy my new way of writing FanFiction!

Fair warning, I wrote this story a little while ago, when I was bored, so don't hate, but please, review.

How does one describe Elizabeth Morgana III? Dozens upon dozens of psychologists have tried and failed. In fact, only one person really knows Elizabeth, and she takes great pride in the ability to keep secrets. Saying that Elizabeth was mysterious is a bit of an understatement. In fact, the whole Morgana line is mysterious. The problem with Elizabeth Morgana III is that she is a child prodigy. Genius, if you like. Elizabeth has been asked by many why she dedicates her great knowledge and skill to criminal misadventures, to which she just replies, "it's in my blood." The whole Morgana line is comprised of some of the greatest criminals of all time. This is the story of her greatest escapade, which can be considered a smashing success, and an amazingly stupid failure. She was thirteen at the time…

It all started with a hot summer's day in Australia, the site of the Morgana's great hidden manor. It was sweltering by everyone's standards. Needless to say, Elizabeth Morgana III would not have been willing to put up with such heat, unless it was for a specific reason. This reason was very important to the plan, that is. Bruce, Elizabeth's bodyguard since birth, a hulk of a man, towering over all who met him, was walking beside his small charge. Elizabeth herself was not at all impressive. She was a slightly shorter than average thirteen year old girl, with short red hair and dark skin. Her ears were slightly pointed, and poked through her thick red hair. "We must turn off here." Stated Bruce. "I hope this is the lead we were looking for." Said Elizabeth. "Especially after Ireland." Elizabeth visibly shuddered. They had headed to Ireland on the word of a contact of Bruce's, but when they had turned up, they had been surprised to find a massive group of armed criminals. Bruce had fought them all off, and murdered the contact. They had then headed back to Australia to chase down another of Bruce's contacts. So now they were where they were now, in the large city of Darwin, walking down a street in broad daylight.

Elizabeth turned and walked into the café that their contact had set to meet with them. She sat down and waited, Bruce hulking behind her, watching everything. A waiter walked up to their table, and asked, "May I take your order?" "No, you may not." Said Elizabeth in a clipped tone. "You are our contact. Please take a seat." The small, tanned man yelped. "How did you know?" he asked. "well, you for one, are wearing a top of the line Zegna suit, not unlike my own. You are also wearing quite an expensive watch, and I was expecting you to come and test whether or not we have weapons. Before you ask, yes we do have weapons, but I am the daughter of one of the greatest criminal masterminds of all time, and I am also a great criminal mastermind. It is required for me to have firearms on my person at all times." The man stared at them nervously. "Yes, well, umm, my name is Nathaniel, and I believe that I have information that you require." Nathaniel then proceeded to talk about what Elizabeth was after, while the girl herself looked on, bored. "yes, I know all that, now I am paying you to show me something." "Yes, ma'am, right this way."

Now, what was Elizabeth after, you may ask? She was after, not just information, but an actual specimen of a supposedly extinct race, a Dragon. You see, Elizabeth has the analytical mind of a genius, and an adult one at that, but she was not old enough to stop believing in the legends of old. This is why she had spent the best part of five months trawling through internet sites, and she had comprised a huge database on dragons, their racial habits, and whatnot. She believed that they did exist, and she was going to be the first human to discover them.

Elizabeth though her plan through, as she walked beside Nathaniel and Bruce down the streets. Eventually, Nathaniel said "we are here." Elizabeth turned and saw a small alleyway. Down this alleyway was the answer to all her questions. She tried not become giddy and jump for joy. She was Elizabeth Morgana III. She was not some stupid idiot who had gotten a promotion. They turned down the alleyway. "Here we are." Said Nathaniel. "Thankyou." rumbled Bruce. Nathaniel pointed towards a dark corner of the half dlooded alley. Elizabeth handed him a rather large wad of cash, which Nathaniel accepted, and with one look from Bruce, he practically fled the scene. Elizabeth cautiously continued on towards the corner. She slid the night vision glasses in her pocket out, and put them over her face. She then peered into the dark, and saw with clarity a small, humanoid creature, small delicate wings furled onto its back. A dragon.

Elizabeth continued on cautiously towards the creature. Suddenly, the creature reared up, and turned towards her. Elizabeth took a few, quick steps backwards. It hissed in its scaly, reptilian voice, "Twolegs! What do you want?!" Elizabeth was shocked, and ecstatic at the same time. The dragon appeared to be a lot more humanoid than first expected, with greasy grey hair on its head, and a green skinned body, enclosed in a small grey shawl. The only thing that appeared remotely like a dragon was its scaly wings. Other than that, it was like a short, green skinned human. "I want to know about your race, dragon." Elizabeth said in her clipped tone. She was thoroughly surprised about this creature. "You want my Booke?" it asked in its hissing voice. "Yes." She said. "Only for a bottle of gin. For a bottle of gin, you may have 20 minutes with my Booke." "That will be enough." Said Elizabeth. "Bruce, get out the data scanner."

Elizabeth handed the bottle of gin to the dragon, and in return, the dragon pulled, on a thin golden chain from her neck, a small book with golden embossing on the front. "Here." It hissed. "It doesn't mean much to me anymore." "I do not care, dragon" Elizabeth stated. Bruce quickly scanned the data from all the pages onto a small tablet. "That will be all, Dragon." She said. They both turned on their heel and quickly walked out of the alley.

When Elizabeth and Bruce returned to the manor, she uploaded all of the data on the tablet to her PowerBook. She then printed out all of the data, and looked through it quickly. The symbols were unfamiliar, and they appeared to look a little like ancient Egyptian. Wait a second, thought Elizabeth, What if they actually are! She quickly turned to her laptop and fed the pages of the data through. She was right. Apart from a few words here and there, the script translated almost exactly into
English. She read the first page.

Take heed for my words, oh dragon of old,

For I am the Booke in which your race is told.

I hold within me, the trick of every spell, for every secret lays here, within your hold.

But be warned, oh dragon, take heed in these words,

I am not for those with two legs.

If you divulge to those two legged ones, your magic will be the price you pay.

Elizabeth called to Bruce. "I have it!" Bruce came running. "What is your plan?" he asked. "My plan is to kidnap a dragon. From what I can gather from the book, Dragons live on the Moon, but they must return to earth to bathe in the great heat of a volcano, to replenish their heat power. There are fifty volcanoes in the world that are hot enough for the dragons to replenish their magic, so we will have to wait, at one of these sites, until we can catch one. Dragons have a great love of gold and jewels, so the one we catch is bound to have at least a small cache on its person. We will take this cache, and then I will be able to fund a rescue for my father." Elizabeth's father, a great criminal kingpin, had been abducted by the Italian Mafia. Elizabeth hated to admit it, but she missed his help on her projects. Bruce grinned at Elizabeth. "Stakeout."