A/N: This is the sequel to "No Angels", and seriously guys, this will make sod all sense to you if you haven't read that one. I hope you enjoy it, let me know! I love my reviewers!!!

Disclaimer: Do I really need to repeat this again? Nothing is mine except a few original characters, but I assure you that I make no money or any sort of profit out of them. As I have said, JK Rowling may have them if she wants, so long as I get to play one of them in the film!!!!

I am still writing from Rene's perspective, because it seemed the natural way. However, after this part of the story, the first person will mostly disappear. The rest of it belongs as narrative.



The Governess of Azkaban-Part 1

Life after Hogwarts

Well, we all made it out of Hogwarts, which I found amazing. No one had got expelled, killed or seriously damaged along the way, or at least not so as it warranted their not completing their course. We came close, but just managed it. Onto a new life, a promising, happy life without the burdens of being teenaged magicians with rather serious attitudes. The burdens of being cast into the deep end of the real world enveloped us the moment we boarded the Hogwarts express, and that was when I knew that they probably would have been the best days of my life.

First, I think I should tell you where everyone ended up. James and Lily became engaged 6 months out of Hogwarts, much to the dismay of pretty much everyone. James had more money than sense, so he decided not to work. It was a shame, really. For all his shortcomings (and there were many) he was bright. Very bright. He wasted his talent on a life of leisure, but I do not have time to lament his lack of motivation now.

Sirius and Remus had bought themselves a flat, and from what I gather, did very little except drink, party and sleep. Sirius was to be a close friend and confident of mine, though I did not know it back then.

Ed and Severus, however, had decided to take a very different and unknown path. They had applied to the ministry of magic to become unspeakables, though they had no idea what they were going to do. I advised them against it, but they were adamant. They got letters of reply very quickly, accepting them readily. They began work the next week, and were both very well paid for it too. No one was told what they did, except that they were unspeakables and even if you asked them you could be fined by the ministry. I personally had no interest, but little did I know that their jobs would become a large part of my life over the coming years.

I myself spent two rather quiet years in Romania, as planned. I learnt how to govern our territory, how to be a lady, and, to be frank, allot of other boring things. I thought that I was doomed to a life of aristocratic tedium, and it was my destiny to be driven to distraction by manners, etiquette and Maramures. Until one sugarcoated November morning that I will never forget.