Ron Weasley.
How many times did you hear me saying he's my favorite character?
Well if you haven't heard yet, this is obvious for everybody that know my work! :D
Why?
Because he's probably, to me, the most close of a human being of all characters in HP. With all the fears and doubts of a "normal" teenager.
This opinion of mine you already know, as the one about his incredible sense of humour, some of the best lines and quotes from the books! But what about his bravery? One that wasn't imposed but was a choice!
Yes, since the first book I've found on him what certainly Hermione had too, watching her friend,the knight on the black horse!

As the movies seem don't bring up too much this side of Ron or sometimes even change it, what clearly (and I'm certain of this) had created a legion of people that don't capture, the importance of this character, by the other hand, in a great number of fanfics these qualities of him are explored in its true essence.

I remember, while I was reading Never Enough, I think a little before Deathly Hallows, had thought to myself "Here´s is the "normal teenager", revolted about the pain that the destiny brought to him, the murdered of his mother, turning into a man in his fight for justice, and finding the love in the middle of an external and internal battle. Here´s Ron Weasley!"

By the time of the first chapters being published, I talked with Sara (aka Evanesco75) about my admiration for her story. But at the end of last year, I stopped to read it because all the things that was happening in my RL, and only returned to it about two months ago.

And for my surprise I've got some weeks ago a message from Sara where she asked me for some fanarts from her story! I feel so happy, because it's one of my favorites, loved for so many and in a so passionately way (if you already read its thread at Checkmated's forums you know what I'm talking about)that I put aside some others projects(that I'll finish of course, I promise, willow_wand and spidergirl30 ;)) to make these drawings I will bring to you in some of my next entries, because being a story that is still being written, it will give me the chance to put the links for the fanarts directly in the chapter posted on the site, which means, I think, more viewers for them.

Like I said, the public of this story is very involved with its development, discusses it, and even ask for a lot of things to Sara that is always very sweet with her readers.
So I found myself in the middle of this, readers asking me for portrait several scenes, and I'm scared like hell!! :D
But unfortunately the things don't happen this way with people that work with art(in every of their mediums).Wish I could put everything they want in a paper!
So, basically I chose for this first, one of Sara's wishes: to see Ron as a Clandestine Combatant and as she knows how I picture him she gave me some parameters:

"Ron clothes, well mostly black: I was thinking, black jeans, black dragonhide boots, black leather overcoat. Stubble"

And she gave me freedom for all the rest! :D

So, I choose Ron's wrist for his tattoo (yes I'll be an expert on this), the right one so it could be seen when he points the wand; some other detail that I'll explain better in another art (leather bracelets), his belt (and Rupert´s fans will know why I did it this way, for sure). And what about the stubble???? How to do stubble on Ron when he gets that Rupert's baby face??? OMG! Well I tried, I swear! :D

And, one more time, I worked with an abstract background, that at the end, I think fits well and says a lot about Never Enough.

This drawing was made with watercolor and watercolor pencils, on a 180gr Canson A4 size paper and it's dedicated to the awesome and talented Sara, who is giving us one of the best fanfics R&Hr shippers could wish for, and to all the girls of the NE thread on Checkmated's forums, specially my dear friend skdon, who leaves on the same city (Seatle) which the band you're listening now comes from, a wonderful person that always have words to put me up!!




Sheets of empty canvas,
Untouched sheets of clay...
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did.

Oh all five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun

Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?

All the pictures have
All been washed in black,
Tattooed everything

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter so why do I sear?

Oh and twisted thoughts that spin 'round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have, all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...yeah...

I hope someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be star,
In somebody else's sky,
But why, why, why
Can't it be, oh can't it be mine?
Help the pain go away,
We belong together…


“You’ve been looking for us all along, haven’t you?” Draco burst out immediately, his eyes wide with terror.
“I knew I’d find you, Malfoy. It was just a matter of time,” Ron answered curtly, his hands trembling just a little at the prospect of finally realizing the revenge that had been driving him forward so relentlessly, for so long.
“You’re going to kill…” Draco broke off, as if unable to complete the thought. Ron smiled grimly, facing Lucius again.
“It’s all I’ve thought about for more than two years,” he stated evenly. Narcissa moaned at his words, covering her face with slender hands. Draco reached out timidly, pressing her shoulder. Once again, fury ignited quick and hot within Ron.
“Worried for your mum there, are you? I’m sure you’ll understand why I might seek vengeance for the way mine was murdered,” he hissed venomously, noting the beginnings of genuine fear on Lucius’ face with immense, dark satisfaction.
“It was war, boy! Surely you understand that better than most? One commits….”
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t speak, until I ask you to,” Ron cut him off savagely, gripping his wand even tighter. Now all three Malfoys looked petrified, as if certain of impending death at his hands. The knowledge made him queasy, yet purposeful.
“You thought you’d get away with it, didn’t you? Guess your arrogance finally mucked it all up in the end,” Ron continued, overwhelmed by the need to make them suffer, to reduce them to a mass of sorry, pitiful tears—to make them endure a tiny fraction of the hell they’d inflicted on his family.
“I knew you’d come for us,” Draco whispered, his face deathly pale. Ron glanced at him.
“You’re not nearly as dim as your dear father then,” he said shortly, lifting a hand to push his hair back. Draco’s eyes widened, and he pointed a finger at Ron.
“What’s that? On your wrist? I saw…” Once again, he was hit by a Charm that rendered him speechless, and despite the bizarre situation, Ron was seized by a brief, irrational desire to laugh at the angry resentment on his enemy’s face at being shut up so. He pulled his sleeve down a little; Lucius’ crafty eyes spotted his wrist in the same second.
“Is that… are you…. The two Cs! The two Cs on your…”
“Enough small talk. It ends here,” Ron interrupted him roughly. But Lucius seemed to have made a discovery exciting enough to propel him off the chair he was sitting in.
“I’ve heard of that band of rebels! Just last week, they caught the Notts off the coast of France! And you’re…”
Ron snapped. Every ounce of control, of fortitude deserted him, and he leapt forward, delivering a powerful blow to the side of Lucius’ head before shoving him back into the chair. Narcissa screamed, and Draco half rose before changing his mind and sliding back into his seat. Lucius looked dazed as he shook his head and pushed his now-disheveled hair off his bruised face. Ron attempted to master his fury, his body trembling with adrenaline.
“Maybe now you’ll understand what’s going on here. Don’t fucking speak, till I tell you to.”
He waved his wand, casting an Incarcerous Charm on each of his captives so that they were bound tightly to their chairs. Pausing, he looked at all three in turn.
“I found out it was you years ago, during the War. How you entered our home, tortured my mum, my brothers. How you killed her so easily, so casually when she was trying to save her own family. What you did to my brother, Percy… I swore I’d get you. And when I did find you, I was going to kill you. An eye for an eye, as they say.”
He paced before them, bringing to mind a magnificent, fierce lion, toying with his prey. His hair gleamed a rich, fiery red in the firelight, and his face was hard and bleak, eyes promising danger still to come.
Dread flickered in Lucius’ eyes, along with the beginnings of realization: he’d been immeasurably foolish in underestimating this blazing, furious boy. Ron smiled, the gesture chilling.
“And now, here we are.”…

…“I’m not going to kill you,” Ron said scornfully, noting the tremendous relief which shadowed the older man’s face then. “She wouldn’t have wanted me to. She would never have wanted me dirtying my hands with your filthy blood.” Momentary indignation flared within Lucius’ eyes, and Ron had to laugh.
“You pathetic sod, you’re still caught up in the crap you’ve been destroyed by.” He walked up to Lucius, bending down so their faces were inches apart. “Your blood is dirty, common, useless, weak. That’s what you are, and all you’ll ever be.” Lucius swallowed again, as if overwhelmed by Ron’s proximity.
Ron straightened up. “Don’t fret, though. Perhaps the three of you can lord it over Azkaban for the rest of your days.”…

… Harry groaned as he eyed the veritable mountain of parchment littered across his desk. He sat down, contemplating lunch.
“Emily?” Within seconds, his assistant was standing at attention in his office.
“Are you going out for lunch?” he asked pleasantly. Emily flushed profusely.
“I, uh, sir… what would you prefer, sir? Whatever you like, sir!” Harry sighed.
‘She might as well call me “your highness”!’
“There isn’t any need for ‘sir,’ Emily, didn’t I mention that already? I’m just your boss, okay?” Her eyes were impossibly round.
“But you’re Harry Potter!” Harry wondered vaguely how she’d react if he proceeded to tear his hair out in front of her.
Then he sighed, feeling a bit sorry for the anxious young woman. She was slightly in awe, like so many others he dealt with. It wasn’t her fault, not really. ‘Heroic’ deeds had a way of shadowing you and your person, long after they’d been carried out.
‘But it’s bloody tiresome, regardless.’
“Well, Emily, if you could pick up a chicken sandwich for…”
“Right away, sir!” she nearly saluted, then flushed and left the room.
Harry rolled his eyes and decided to tackle the paperwork that had been dogging him for days now. He hated sitting at a desk, but paperwork needed to be completed. Kingsley was most stern about that.
Suddenly, a commotion could be heard right outside his room, in the main corridor of the Auror Department. Curious, he walked to his door and pressed an ear against it. He couldn’t discern anything clearly, though; there was an excited murmur outside, punctuated by a few loud gasps. Harry yanked his door open and stepped outside--
--and froze.
Three people sat right in the middle of the long passageway, tied to chairs, their appearances disheveled, faces blank with terror. Around them, Aurors and Ministry workers alike were clustered, whispering urgently as they stared at the captives.
“Malfoy? What…” Harry trailed off, catching a movement from the corner of his eye. He turned.
There he was. Ron, tall as ever, clad in black, unsmiling and intent.
Harry nearly forgot to breathe.”









A small image:
Ron Weasley, a CC

The story:
Never Enough by Evanesco75

Again, thanks to my sister spidergirl30 for all her support and to lelymarques for her help with the banners for Sara!!!

And I found out in one of my favorites songs(oh, how I love this one!) a perfect soundtrack for Sara's Never Enough so I couldn't help myself to post it here(again) for you, the official version, one of the five I have for it, and that I heard thousand times, while doing this picture, hope you like it(and couldn´t fix again the big space bellow it):

Today no "Well, yeah" Rupert´s icon, because he´s unconscious here by my side!:D