I took what everybody said about the year it should take place into consideration. I have decided that the timeline will take place during the Goblet of Fire. It will be an AU, but the idea of Moody and the Triwizard Tournament remain, only Doof, Perry, and Ferb are incorporated in. It may turn out to be a slight AU or a major AU, we'll see how it goes.

Now I would like to take the time to respond to each review:

jakeroo123: I'm glad that you enjoyed the first chapter. As for Phineas, while he will not be going to Hogwarts, he does have an active part in this story (which may or may not involve him in the castle, I haven't decided yet.)

apple pie: Thanks.

DarkDemonGirl1985: Okay, thank you for reviewing!

miller123456789: That does seem to generally be the case. But for a number of reasons I have decided to put this in the fourth book. Unlike my Annabeth story, Ferb is unlikely to keep a low profile for long.

malfoyforever: An interesting idea. Since you don't watch the show I should warn you that the first few chapters may prove to be confusing. More Harry Potter elements will show up later on. Also, if you're looking for one of my next generation fics, you can see "Four Days in H E Double Broomsticks".

Radar180: Great, I'm glad you enjoyed the first chapter.

MasterofBugs123: Thank you for reviewing. Sadly, due to other complications, I have decided to put it in the fourth HP book.

Mystic Supernovae: True.

Crazy CM Fan100: Great! I'm so happy you like it so far. As for the length, on average, in my newer stories at least, I try to keep my chapters about 1500-2000 words each. I agree, longer chapters often attract more readers. Anyway, thanks you telling what you think. I'll try to be more careful with spelling.

The machine was finished in twenty minutes flat. Phineas used the x-ray to scan the inside contents of the envelope. The machine read that there were two separate pieces of paper inside. He selected the first one.

The paper appeared on a screen and scanned the words, able to open up a virtual letter while the real one remained folded. Phineas read it out loud to his friends.

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Fletcher,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress. Huh," the young boy mused, "now there's something you don't hear every day!"

"Aha! I always knew you were witches!" Buford accused.

"No, we're not," Phineas said, "as much as I would like to believe that witches and wizards are real, it's probably a prank letter." Of course, many would argue the same thing about the Lake Nose/Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot, Atlantis, Santa Claus, ect. But Phineas shook it off. If it was a real letter, then he would have been invited too.

"It must be!" Baljeet said, "a prank, I mean. There is no such thing as magic! It does not exist! It simply cannot. It would go against all existing scientific proof."

"Well, suppose it was a different type of magic that worked alongside science instead of against it?" suggested Ferb, who until then had been silent. His face seemed rather blank, but Phineas could tell that he was thinking really hard about something.

"Then it would not be magic, it would be science," retorted Baljeet, scoffing incredulously at the other boy.

"Not necessarily."

"Yes necessarily!" he insisted.

"You guys," Phineas said, "stop fighting. Besides, we don't even know if the letter is real."

"It's real," Buford said, "they used fancy words in it."

Just then, a car horn honked.

Phineas beamed. "Mom! Dad!" he called, running up to them happily. Phineas had a childlike grin on his face, like an excited little puppy coming to greet his masters. "Guess what? Guess what? Come on, guess! Guess! Guess! Guess!"

"What?" Lawrence asked curiously.

"See for yourself!" he held out the letter.

The smile instantly vanished from Lawrence's face as soon as he realized just what it was that his stepson was holding. "Where did you get that?" he demanded. His voice was uncharacteristically serious. Dead serious.

"An owl gave it to us," Phineas said. He paused, reconsidering that sentence. Something about that just did not sound quite right.

Linda and her husband exchanged glances. The two of them came to a silent agreement. It was time.

"Phineas, Ferb, come inside," Linda said, "there's something we need to talk to you about."

The redhead blinked, confused. "Okay," he motioned to his friends, "come on, guys."

"No," said Linda, a bit more forcefully than intended. The kids all froze. "Just us," she smiled somewhat sheepishly at the children in the yard, "sorry, kids. Family meeting."

After stepping inside, Lawrence looked around, "where is Candace?"

Then, as if right on cue, Candace Gertrude Flynn entered the house. She paid her family no attention, as she was too busy yapping to her friend Stacy on the phone. " . . . And so then, she was, like, totally checking Jermey out. And I was 'excuse me;, and she was like 'why should I?' And I'm like all annoyed at her, right? So I told her, 'he happens to be my boyfriend', and THAT shut her up - - " Candace stopped when she her family sitting around the kitchen table with serious expressions on their faces (except for Ferb's, who's face remained blank as normal.) "I'll call you back, Stace," she hung up and turned to her family. "Alright," she said, "who died?"

Heinz Doofenshmirtz laughed evilly. All was going according to plan, and Perry the Platypus did not suspect a thing!

The evil scientist glanced out of his window. It truly was a horrible view from his seat. All he could see was the plane's wing. Why do people even bother putting a window there in the first place? he wondered.

"Flight attendants, please prepare for landing," came the captain's voice.

Ah, well. No matter now. Soon he would be in London and phase one of his scheme would begin.

He'd prove that he was worth something. It didn't matter what L. O. V. E. M. U. F. F. I. N., or his parents, or Charlene said. They would see. They would ALL see! Ah, yes. The world would remember the name Heinz Doofenshmirtz.

"So let me get this straight," Candace said, "Ferb's mother was a witch, and that makes him a wizard, only he didn't know about it until today. And now, he's going to some fancy magic wizard boarding school of magical-ness? Yep, I think that pretty much covers it. Okay, it's official: my life is officially insane. Good-bye, last strand of reality!"

"Well, I think it's cool!" said Phineas, flashing a smile at his brother. "Can I come, too?"

"Wait," Candace interrupted. "He's actually going to this place?"

"Well, no. Not necessarily. Ferb doesn't have to go anywhere unless he wants to," Lawrence looked at his son. "Franklin," he said. It was rare that he would use his son's real name. They had been calling him Ferb as long as could remember. The words sounded strange on his tongue. Almost foreign in a way. "Do you want to go to this school?"

Ferb had not once glanced up from his letter since the conversation had begun. While his family all engaged in a heated debate, the green-haired boy sat in his chair scrutinizing every millimeter of the note. Even after his father's question, Ferb stared at the object for several more seconds as if he had not heard the man. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he looked up. "I think I would like to try it." Were those tears in his father's eyes?

"I get to come too, right?" Phineas said, now with an edge of nervousness to his voice. He bounced up and down in his chair. "When do I get my fancy letter?"

There was another moment of silence. Linda looked away. It took Phineas about twelve seconds to realize what was happening. "Oh," he said quietly.

At this point, Ferb looked away as well. He couldn't bear to meet his brother's eyes.

Professor McGonagall was tired from a long week of recruiting the new muggle-born students. The last one had been especially difficult. She had just finished with a young girl from Manchester whose parents had practically thrown a fit. She checked her list to see that there was only one more name on it. Franklin Fletcher; Danville, United States. McGonagall had been dreading this visit. It was rare for an exchange student to come to Hogwarts, but never had one come from the States. In fact, if his mother hadn't made Dumbledore swear it . . . but that was besides the point.

The transfiguration teacher stared at the name hard, as if hoping it might disappear. She sighed and drew her wand. It was always the long distance apperations that were the hardest. Perhaps I should go home and rest before making the trip, she thought. Minerva shook her head several times to get her thoughts straight. No, she was not going to put this off.

McGonagall vanished with a CRACK.

It was Ferb who first heard the doorbell ring. He had been sitting in front of the window, staring at the large tree in the backyard. The family would be leaving for England in a week, they would stay at Grandmother and Granddad's while Ferb got his school supplies.

What his father said should have surprised him, but he found himself quickly accepting the odd world of magic that Lawrence had described. He believed there was a Hogwarts. He believed that his mum had been a witch. And he believed that he was a wizard.

It was a strange sort of feeling, knowing that he had magic. It was a surreal experience, almost like a dream. Ferb felt that he now had a newfound awareness. It made sense, though. How else would he and Phineas have been able to build such mind-bending machines that defied the laws of physics? How else could he speak and understand over twenty different languages?

He looked at his reflection in the glass. His green-haired, cross-eyed self stared back at him. He had always wondered why he looked that way. Father had always said that it was birth defects, but after hearing about incidents of underaged magic-users, he wondered if that was really the reason.

Ever since the meeting the family had been tense, Phineas in particular. Even Perry seemed distraught.

Ferb wondered why he said what he said. He had known it would hurt Phineas, and likely Mum and Dad as well. So why had he done it? He could have just as easily refused and moved on, pretending that the entire incident had never happen. Yet, there was a part of him that really did want to go. As long as he could remember, Ferb had always been in the shadow of his brother. Phineas was the creative one, the talkative one, the likable one. He was just the tool boy. Phineas seemed to notice this as well. It was the reason why he named so many of their inventions after him. The F games, Ferb Latin, and the Tour de Ferb were all supposed to get people to notice him. Of course these attempts were all in vain. But going to this school could give him a fresh start. He cold finally have a chance to be his own person. He could - -

The doorbell rang before he could finish thinking that sentence.

A slightly shorter chapter, but an update none the less. Please review. Any opinions or ideas would be great.

P.S. Can any of you guess what House Ferb will be sorted into?