Harry Pothead and the Apocalypse by deathmedic
Summary: When the Illuminati bring about the Apocalypse, you can expect Harry to be ready for them, firmly barricaded in the cupboard under the stairs. Perhaps it is up to his less famous classmates to take on this wave of evil… or maybe they'll take his advice and hideout with him. Either way, expect much maniacal mayhem and relentless travesty requiring an acquired taste for satire. (Something of a sequel to Harry Potter and the Holocaust (posted only at adultfanfiction dot net) and the Harry Pothead series)
Prologue: The Prophecy with an added melon flavour
Under a dark storm night, figures dressed in black robes assembled in a nameless forest. A new prophecy was to be written, a new doom to be thrown upon the unsuspecting world. This cult gathered were not what you would expect to find sneaking around the Scotland countryside – this was not any order of followers dedicated to any sort of dark lord. Such a notion mentioned would invoke maniacal laughter amongst the lot of them. No, these mysterious figures were of a much higher league than Voldemort or any wizard for that matter aspiring to even his height… these were the Illuminati. A name so powerful that it can only be uttered in italics.
Anyway, these demi-gods had assembled with notepads and pens – setting forth to rewrite the prophecy that would judge those beneath them. The original parchment had been lacking, well for one it was boring. So infuriated by the inferior quality, the Illuminati decided that they would rewrite it and add to it until it was a masterpiece worthy enough to be made into an epic Broadway production.
It was, as you can guess, the foundation for the impending… Apocalypse!