Maybe he'd end up in Gryffindor—hadn't he just casually walked down Knockturn Alley the previous day? But despite her wishes, Harry was certain that Hermione would go to Ravenclaw; she was too smart to end up anywhere else. That would leave Harry alone in the house. He worried he'd end up in a dorm room full of Boy-Who-Lived fans like that redhead. Harry winced as he imagined staring at the mirror, brushing his teeth, trying to ignore other boys gawking at his scar. Maybe it'd be better to be with the Death Eater children. At least he'd be allowed to stab them if they tried anything.