A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or Phineas and Ferb. Hello! If you haven't already, this sequel might not make a lot of sense until you've read Hogwarts? How Serendipitous! That's the first book in this 'series.' Okay? So, read and review!
"MOM!" Candace screamed, sending a flock of pigeons screeching from their roost, running to meet her as her car approached the driveway. "MOMMOMMOMMOMMOMMOM!"
Linda Flynn-Fletcher was trying to pull into the driveway, but Candace zoomed behind her. There was no time to lose.
Candace pushed her car past the driveway into the backyard. "BUST! NOW! BACKYARD! BROOMS!"
"Candace!" Linda yelled out the car window. "Honey, let go of the car!"
But Candace had her mind set on one thing, and nothing would stop her this time. There was just no way that her little brothers could pull this stunt without their Mom noticing. Absolutely, positively, no way.
Candace gave a final shove and pushed the car into the backyard. She opened the door and yanked her Mom out.
"DO YOU SEE IT?" Candace asked, hands to the sky, fingers crossed...
Linda smiled. "Hi, boys. Thanks for doing some of the housework! How about brownies for the hard work?"
Candace's jaw dropped. She looked around in shock.
Ferb was there on the patio deck, holding a broom. There was also a broom sweeping near the corner of the house, and whoever was sweeping must have been standing around the corner.
But just as Linda went inside, the broom rounded the corner. Nobody was holding it.
Phineas stepped out from behind the tree. He looked tired but otherwise happy.
"Wow!" he said, wiping his forehead. He put away his 'wand', which he had reassembled after the fight with Quirrel last year.
"Well, that's the last of 'em. Since they wouldn't stop with the well-filling, Isabella, Buford and I quick shipped them over to Africa where they'll be carrying fresh water to wells in drought-stricken areas."
Candace blinked, and pointed feebly. "But...but...the army of broomsticks...there were millions of them... with the buckets...where...how... meep."
"Brownies, kids!" Linda called from inside the house.
Candace sighed. She took a deep breath, and then fell forward in a faint.
Her brothers had been dweebs before. Why did Ferb have to be a wizard, and why did Phineas have to follow him to Hogwarts?
"My life sucks," she mumbled to the grass.
It was fortunate that she was looking down, because at that moment, Doctor Doofenshmirtz rode past their house in his Karate-Inator.
"NOOO!" he yelled, as brooms appeared out of nowhere and dumped buckets of water on his machine, short-circuiting it. "CURSE YOU, PERRY THE PLATYPUS!"
Perry took one last look at the brooms and leaped over the fence, putting away his stylish fedora as he jumped.
Ah, yes. Just another normal day at the Flynn-Fletcher household.