"There's a new kid." Esme looked at her brother, "That makes two of us then." Harry took her hand, "It's going to be fine. You will get into Gryffindor and we will be happy. Year three is a great year for you to join." Esme nodded. She had always felt out of place. The two Potter's were raised by Sirius Black and both Sirius and Harry were kind of goody two shoes. Esme broke the rules, didn't listen, even ran away once. "That's him! He's a Riddle, stay away from him. He will be in Slytherin anyway, so its fine." She looked at this new kid and immediatley liked him even though he walked like he owned the place, he glared at every person in the great hall except the Slytherin's, and stood right next to her. "Hi! I'm Esme. Esme Potter." She held out her hand to shake his but he tilted his head and said, "Who asked?" She was taken aback.