Ron was sniffling hard now. He could only imagine what his face looked like, probably all red and puffy, particularly around his cheeks and his eyes. Hell, he hadn't even cried this much when Fred first died or even at the funeral. What the hell was his problem? It had been months since Fred's death and now... only just now he was sobbing like a baby. Suddenly, he realized something else... For some reason, he couldn't get Fred's name out of his mind.
Ron pulled back from Ginny but only slightly. He still had his arms around her, but now he could look at her face. There were tears streaming down her cheeks as well, and though he was struggling to breathe right, he knew he had to calm down a bit, so as to keep her from potentially getting as bad as he was. Gently, he brushed back her hair with his fingers. "George was here," he said to her. "He brought me all the rubbish over there."
He took a moment to dry his cheeks with the back of his hand. "I didn't know it had happened here. I didn't know..." He swallowed hard and stared into his baby sister's eyes. "I didn't know Fred died here." And although his voice wavered, Ron was finally able to speak his brother's name.