And then I put together HP Lovecraft and Harry Potter. You're welcome.
Harry Potter and the Falling Masonry of Repugnance
The old chateau from its symmetrical and curious sense was now definitely lost to the outside. Indeed -- it seemed present in connexion with the founding fifty million years. Nowadays we had agreed to relay outside the Antarctic continent Ron and Hermione’s low flying furs. Fortunately neither of these things tended to be conical or pyramidal. They seemed disturbingly different to the Arkham tendrils of their creation.
"Objects are fragments of our perceptions,” Hermione grimly announced.
"10:05 p.m. before making any glimpses beyond conception,” Harry muttered.
They arrived at the boring journey which began hacking northwestward under the sculptures.
"The elder horrors were laughing at this planet diameters,” snarled Harry. He spoke like a fearsome and sulphurous Harry. At length Hermione had a curious coincidence.
"Danforth,” Harry melted.
"All hands on land,” the sculptures suggested.
“Indescribable,” Ron eagerly confronted. The muscular mountains floated in stygian disasters both unparalleled and ample.
"Fool,” said Hermione. "All the cosmic octopi who filtered down from unknown arabesques had been brought to the moat.” Aëroplanes screamed over them and into the hollow hills. Harry seized Harry’s Harry and Ron joined the sculptures in the background. Hermione snapped the indicated bones of Kadath.
"The sculptures told me that we would join them,” Ron said to a shapeless Pleistocene Lupin. They ate uncooked marine life with their wings.
"Offensive vividness,” said Lupin.
Harry could not escape the sculptures now. They extended endlessly over them all, changing tentacles into temporary snow. "It's quite likely that I shall be amphibian,” said Ron.
The antarctic cloud descended toward Harry. "Cloudy,” said Harry. It seemed to depress across him.
Hermione watched it melt four settlements into bizarrerie and Hermione imposed upon them to prove completely any known methods. They faced blasphemies if they did not. The old chateau fell upon the sculptures and Harry realized that their usefulness belonged to the bulky occult.
"Don't laugh now,” Ron improvised. Gloom trembled amidst the snow and scribbled a message on Harry’s Harry papers. "All the cosmic niceties have inscriptions,” it read. Afterward, the abominable line became troublesome.
Titan towers without garments undoubtedly used the sea for their occasional monograph as Harry inferred mistakenly. The unfathomed austral soapstones mangled them all to bruised flooring from which they will always hopelessly colonise. This revelation reduced them to protozoa.