Ron leaned into Hermione's hold, glad for the comfort because he could feel the unfortunate feelings rising in his stomach and threatening to spill out of him. If she wasn't there he doubted he could have ever done this on his own. There was just no bloody way, so if anything, he was glad to at least have that. After a moment that felt like a lifetime, Ron pulled back and looked at Hermione. "I suppose we should probably get his things out of the closet."
Ron and Hermione knew that Harry kept all of his special possessions - like his invisibility cloak, the Marauder's Map and even Sirius' mirror fragment - in hidden compartment in the back of his closet. It was something he had started in school, keeping things hidden in his trunk and once he got a flat he just didn't seem to be able to break the habit, though Ron couldn't really blame him. When you lived in close quarters like that for seven years it was weird to suddenly have so much space to yourself.
He stood and tugged back the doors to Harry's closet and was instantly bombarded with a familiar sight he didn't even really consider about seeing at Harry's place except of course he would because Ron's mum had been knitting Harry Weasley jumpers every Christmas since first year. And Ron could see them all lined up in a row in front of him: the emerald green one from first year, the scarlet one with a Gryffindor lion on it from third, a jumper with a picture of a dragon on it that Harry got because of the Triwizard Tournament in fourth year, and the one with a large golden snitch on it from sixth year. It was like Harry kept them all there in a place of honour and all Ron had ever done is complain about his because they were always maroon. Now the tears did escape his eyes because it was too much for him to handle all at once.