Tom snarled silently to himself as he slammed another book closed. Nothing. He had searched through the restricted section of the library so many times in the past few months to find an alternative to splitting his soul, but as of yet, there was nothing.
It had been so easy to trick that lump of a professor to sign a form for permanent access to the restricted section, but it was to no avail. Scowling, he stalked into the main part of the library and sat down with his 'friends'. He used the term loosely, very loosely. He had no friends, only followers and acquaintances, and that was only for the connections they brought.
"So, Tom, have you found a subject for your potions project?" asked Abraxas Malfoy, who was flipping through the pages of his own potions text.
"Not as of yet, but I am working on it. You?"
"I do believe I am going to write about the effects of certain ingredients used in conjunction basilisk venom."
Tom just 'hm'd' and opened his own book. After flipping through a bit, he landed on de-aging potions. It suddenly dawned on him. Yes, it could work. All he had to do was tweak the formula a bit so that it wouldn't affect his mind and everything would be set. A malicious grin spread across his face causing those around him to shudder in fear.
Yes, with this, Lord Voldemort would rule forever.