It took me nearly an hour to unravel the spells I had been bound with. Salazar was good, and I kicked myself for allowing him to get loose. Ugh. That fucking bastard. I couldn't do anything to stop him from escaping. He was loose. Time Turners didn't allow me to travel back in time to fix something. They were good for increased productivity, but a Delorean they were not.
Sighing, I exited the room. Then I spun back time ten hours. Tom One would still be asleep. I entered the room after pacing back and forth, envisioning just what I wanted. My current project, the Elixir, the Time Turner, and etc, were on the back burner. Now, I needed something else. The opened opened. There was a blackboard in front of me, along with a table. I grabbed a sketchbook out of my bag and instructed one of my pens to begin mirroring the blackboard I'd asked the room for. I began sketching ideas down. There were a couple of ideas from long ago read fanfiction that I recalled. It was time to put some of my plans that I had long ago shelved back into action. My first would be to recreate the flight spell that my future self would one day employ.
I waved my wand and the chalk wrote the arithmetic equation for the levitation spell. Then I begin listing the spells that were on brooms. I didn't plan on transforming myself into smoke. That required spells that changed your matter, and that was transfiguration that was still beyond me. However, if I could reverse engineer the flight spells on brooms and place them on bracelets, it would give me a workable flight spell. Hopefully. I really wanted to figure out how to make carbon fiber, but I was fairly certain that particular fanfic used a computer with a 3D modeling program, something that was at least half a century out of my reach. I shook my head. Engraving would be easy enough with metal. It would be time consuming, but I had time. It's a shame I didn't have my own Philosopher's stone. I going to be living an extra day at a time. By the time I was out of Hogwarts, I'd have aged eight years instead of four. But, with Salazar on the loose, I didn't have time to reverse engineer the stone. I'd spent nearly fifteen years in Narnia trying to reverse engineer it, and I was just not beginning to figure out the basic steps in construction. If only I had the source instead of just the Elixir. Suddenly, I had an idea. I didn't have access to a Philosopher's stone, but someone else in the castle did. The question would be, how would I break into that office. I'd done it with the Potion's store room enough times. Surely it couldn't be that hard. Actually, it would be just the office I had to break into. I'd need to get into their quarters. If they were living in the castle instead of apparting or portaling home every day. I could spend weeks scoping out their schedules, figuring out what time they were both absent from their quarters, but why would I need to do that? I had nothing but time on my side. I grinned, jotted down the ideas I had in my journal, and went back to creating my flight spells. I had other ideas too, things that I'd never had a chance to try out in Narnia. But, I'd need to adapt some spells. I had refined my flintlocks, but now I was back in the normal world. If I could adapt my spells enchanting the flintlocks to normal pistols or revolvers. If I could adapt a couple of ideas I had for grenades and heavier weapon. Landmines enchanted to spew out gemino'd shrapnel or phosphorus, or other things. A machine gun enchanted with feather-light charms with a never ending belt and cooling charms.
The bottomless gold would also help. Hmm. I went back to my other plans. I'd need access to war material. There was no way I'd steal from the allies. That would be releasing butterflies. Right now, I'd fucked around a bit, the whole thing with Black and Malfoy, for example, but something like that could change the outcome of the war. I knew from my studies of history earlier in life that there were a few outposts the germans had abandoned, but these wouldn't be built for a year or so. If they were even built. Wait. That gave me another idea.
I spun back eight more hours, and left the room of requirement after grabbing a map of europe and sneaking up to my room and grabbing a spare empty trunk along with my broom. I popped away to London, and designed the port key that would take me to my destination. To design a blind portkey, to needed the latitude and longitude of the location you needed. I grabbed that from the map and then I created the spell, creating a two way portkey out of a marble. I landed outside a forest by Brest Litovsk. I covered myself in a bevy of concealment spells. Disillusionment, scent blocking, sound blocking, notice me-nots, muggle repelling, and wizard repelling spells. I covered my broom in the same ones. Suddenly there was a crack near me. I heard shouting in german. Fuck, storm wizards. I took to the air, and went to search for my query.
I hovered for awhile, using a spell on my eyes to give myself binocular like vision. I found a munitions building, and landed on the roof. I fell to to ground with a an arresto momentum. I Entered the depot, stunned the two guards on duty, and found that christmas had come early. I grabbed a vial of polyjuice off a pouch on my belt and paired it with a hair from one of the guards. Downing it. After changing into the guard, I dropped the trunk, and opened it. I grabbed three MG42s, four MP 40s, two Lugers, and bunch of ammo for each. About half a dozen S-Mines. Oh, and a granatwerfer 34. I closed and shrunk the trunk. Then I activated my portkey, only for nothing to happen. Of course they'd have anti-travel spells up. I sighed, exited the building and found three storm wizards waiting for me. They yelled at me in German, I saw one wave his wand and felt my spells strip away.
Another threw a killing curse at me. I jumped back in the building, narrowly dodging the flash of green. I reapplied my spells, then I unleashed a nebulus spell that would turn the surrounding area into fog. The fog spread, and soon the room was covered in a thick bank of of it. Two of the storm wizards entered the building. My fog was neutralized, and one got my arm with a cutter. Then I blew a hole in the roof, summoned my broom, and kicked off and up.
Two storm wizards were waiting in the skies. I blew one apart with a lucky shot with a bombarda. The other traced the trajectory of my spell and unleashed a killing curse toward me. I barrel rolled out of the way, hugging the broom tightly and dove down. I heard the alarm bells, and wished I taken the time to enchant a few of the bullets for my new guns.
I made a gripping motion with my hand, and the air around the storm wizard hardened. They broke the crushing spell, and I shot upward, and threw a killing curse down on their heads. They must of heard the rushing wind from the spell or sensed the spell coming, and they dodged. I threw out a spear of conjured phosphorus, and it actually hit. The storm wizard caught alight, and I heard his dying screams. I shot away, until I was beyond the range of their wards. Then I activated my portkey. I healed my arm and apparated back to Hogwart's ward line. I went up to my room, deposited the trunk filled with Nazi weapons, grabbed my homework from third year arithmancy and divination and went down to the common room. Peter joined me after awhile. We worked in silence for awhile. Finally he closed his books and raised a set of privacy spells.
"Tom, I miss you." He said. I looked at him.
"I'm right here, why would you miss me?" I said.
"You know what I mean." He said.
"I do." I replied.
"I miss you too. But, it was your idea for us to break up. Not mine." I told him. He nodded sadly.
"Peter, I don't care what anyone thinks. Society, the world, this school, could burn around us and I wouldn't bat an eye. You, your brothers and sisters. Reg and Min, that is my family. If you ever decide that the expectations of society and their draconian mores are not how you want to rule your life, I will be waiting. Until then, I won't be in a relationship with you. Wizarding kind is far more tolerant than the muggles."
He nodded. I took out a piece of parchment and started penning a letter to Susan. She would want to know her brother was finally getting his head out of his ass. I knew she had feelings for me, we had spent so much time together planning in Narnia, and we had addressed that long ago. Susan was many things, a sister, a friend, my closest confidante. Someone I would gladly take a killing curse or an arrow to the heart for with no problems and absolutely no regrets. A lover, no. It would be awkward and just wrong on multiple levels. If Peter decided not to pursue our relationship, there were plenty of fish in the sea. Susan was not one of them. I penned the letter, encoded with a special cypher that I, and the Pevensies could decode with just a look. It had served us well for years. I sent this via my long neglected owl. Then I returned to the common room and enjoyed a quiet day recovering from my nocturnal escapades.