A/N: sorry for the lack of update, one word: school. :/ but it's Friday now, so… update! J I do not own Harry Potter or anything from the books movies and video games.
"Ah, how nice to see you, Mr. Weasley," said Elliott the moment the door opened. She had a boring, yet stern, voice.
"Hello, P-professor," George stammered.
"Yes, I understand you have been pranking Professor Snape?"
"Um…"
"Yes. Now, let us begin our session with an Abercormby dragon, remember, although you really don't, only your wand, and you fight," she said as she transformed into the massive Abercormby dragon. This monstrous beast made Hungarian Horntails look like butterflies.
As the monster lashed at him again, George felt a surge of pain. Elliott had attacked his leg this time. Hopefully the plan would work, and Elliott would be caught. Fred had promised to ask Hagrid to lure Dumbledore to the Great Hall, and the quickest route there from his office was right past the window in Elliott's office, which was once again open wide. Perfect.
"You will pay!" George couldn't resist shouting as she bit his face, narrowly missing his ear. This caused George to think about Fred's dream, and wasn't expecting the sudden bite on his elbow. This wouldn't make Quidditch easy.
As the teeth sank into his flesh, he just couldn't handle it anymore. He let out the loudest scream of pain heard at Hogwarts since 1247, during a goblin rebellion. Professor Dumbledore just happened to walk by at that precise moment, watching the transformation through the window. He immediately called for Madam Pomfrey, amplifying his voice with a charm, and dashed into the office.
"Professor Elliott, may I ask what on this planet's name are you doing?" he yelled.
"Professor, I honestly do not know what happened," she said, avoiding eye contact.
"A sure lie! I witnessed that bloodcurdling scream, and your transformation. A dragon Animagi! What has happened to a good, honest, DADA teacher!" He asked.
"I do not lie, sir," she said, wiping her hands on her pants as well now.
"Ah, Madam Pomfrey, you are here. Take Mr. Weasley to the hospital wing, severe dragon bites from this illegal Animagi. An Abercormby dragon!"
"Yes, sir," said Madam Pomfrey, and she conjured a stretcher for George and left.
"Now, I've sent a Patronus to the Auror department, Kingsley Shacklebolt and his crew should be Apparating here in a moment, now don't you go anywhere."
"Please, I have no idea what happened, I am no Animagius. Perhaps he transfigured me and modified my memory, making me look guilty?" she suggested.
"Nonsense, no second year could do such difficult transfiguration, I doubt even McGonagall could manage it," he said, clearly exasperated and highly disappointed.
A moment later, Kingsley Shacklebolt arrived with his crew, Renee Thormon and Wilma Hackock.
"Ah, Dumbledore. Hello. You, lady, must be the one subjected, if I'm not mistaken, to a life sentence in Azkaban, and the Dementor's Kiss?" He added.
"I-" Elliott started.
"No," Dumbledore started, "You see Kingsley, Bernadette Sophia Elliott, go ahead and write this down, age 34, resident of Fredericksburg, Yorkshire. Crime… Well, maybe you can summarize this. You see, this… monster… had George Weasley for detention, given for pulling a prank on Snape. She didn't even make sure he had his wand, but just changed into a dragon- Abercormby, she's an illegal Animagius too- and attacked him. Now he not only has the gashes on his chest from last time, yes, there is a last time, but she added some on his legs and face, and a very nasty one on his elbow, that caused a lurid, unearthly, bloodcurdling scream, and he is now out cold in the hospital wing." Dumbledore explained all this slowly, as Kingsley was writing all this down. Renee Thorman and Wilma Hackock were restraining Elliott, who kept pleading innocent.
"Goodness, I've got it all. Writer's cramp though." Kingsley sighed.
"Good. Now, the hearing will be in a week at sunrise. Be there, Elliott, we are, by the way, keeping you in an Azkaban high security vault until the hearing, and probably for your whole life after that," Dumbledore said, with and un-Dumbledorish evil grin.
"Well, g'bye, Fred," called Hagrid as they stepped out of the forbidden forest.
Fred didn't answer. He just knew something was wrong. Very wrong. He could just feel it. He rushed to the hospital wing, knowing George would be there.
"I hope you've learned your lesson. Go," Snape said.
Lee Jordan walked out, and ran as soon as he was out of Snape's sight. He ran straight to Elliott's room. He checked the office, no George, no Elliott. Just scattered papers and blood all over the floor. Lee ran to the hospital wing.