The Gryffindor's Curse

A/N: Hi people! This takes place in Harry's fourth year when Ron wouldn't talk to him.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry closed the door to the dormitories with a sigh. Would it never end? He thought, thinking about how his friend avoided him at any means. He knows I don't like the attention! Why does he have to be so stubborn? Harry plopped down on his bed and continued to think about his predicament. I wish he would talk to me even if it was just a simple "Hello." Harry didn't want to admit it, but he knew Hermione was right. He missed Ron, so much so he attempted to actually talk to him. He ran his hand through his hair. I have enough stuff to think about, so why do my thoughts keep coming back to Ron?

Then something struck him. Something he never thought to be true. They warned him on the first day... The Gryffindor's Curse.

A/N: So I hoped you like this piece! This is going to be a series of one-shots, but I can make them into a story about The Gryffindor's Curse if people would like.