"Potter, Harry!"
It'll be Gryffindor, he thinks to himself as the boy walks up the Great Hall. Such an uncanny resemblance is unlikely to be in looks alone. His eyes notwithstanding. James Potter reborn, come to swagger about the halls of Hogwarts, with Lily's eyes looking at him in accusation - what punishment could be more apt for him.
He drains his goblet in a long gulp. Quirrell glances at him in alarm, but thinks better of saying anything. Good, he thinks. Not as much of a fool as he thought.
The boy sits down on the stool, McGonagall poised to place the Hat on his head. The goblet in his hand fills up again. This is the only reason he bothers coming to these things anymore. He feels the headmaster's eyes boring into him.
"Slytherin!"
Severus Snape looks up from his goblet.