Ron had been shoving jumpers and trousers into the laundry bin next to his bed when the doorbell rang. He wasn't necessarily expecting Harry, but he'd figured his mate would be dropping in anytime now. Harry was gobsmacked over the things he'd learned about his parents and godfather and the other Marauders. Ron knew it was only a matter of time before the boy exploded if he didn't get his feelings out.
Ron knocked at Rose's door. He wasn't sure if she was out or not, so he just spoke through the door. "I think that's Harry at the door, and he'll be wanting to talk, sweetheart. Go ahead and stay in here awhile so he can get everything off his chest. Thanks, Rosie."
Turning, he headed down the hall and to the front door, opening it to see his best mate standing there, a look of utter befuddlement on his face. Ron sighed, hooked an arm around his neck and pulled the younger man into his flat. "Come in, Harry. Tell me what's on your mind."