Drarry; the last horcrux

chapter 1

'Mr.Potter?' The man asks when Harry walks in with a quick pace.

'That's me.' Harry replies, the man nods and scribbles something on a noteblock, before he gives the visitors badge to Harry.

'Room 278' The man says and Harry walks quickly past him. Kingsley was very clear when he firecalled harry; come quickly, the man doesn't have very long anymore.

He swallows and takes big steps to room 278; The room where Zabini sr. waits for him. He still doesn't know why Zabini, whom he never met before, wants to see him before he dies, but he isn't really in the position to ask questions right now. He opens the door to the room with a trembling hand, he doesn't know in which state the man is and he doesn't really know what to expect either.

'Sir?' he says when he steps in, he stands in the dooropening, unsure whether to sit down or stand.

'Mr.Potter.' The man rasps and gestures with a trembling hand to a chair next to the bed.

Harry walks to the chair and sits down, trying to not bounce his leg; a habit he developed for situations like this, awkward and stiff.

'You're probably wondering why I asked to speak to you while I'm dying' The man says and coughs a few times, harry has to keep himself from slamming his hands over his ears, because the sound is horrible, it sounds like the man is dying right here and now.

Now that he sits closer to the man he can see how bad the man is actually doing; his face is sunken in and his skin is a sickly shade of grey.

'I do.' He says truthfully; he doesn't have a clue why the man didn't ask for his son or wife instead of him.

'I was a death-eater, you know that right?' Mr.Zabini asks, but Harry shakes his head; he doesn't, he had never seen the man when he was confronted with death-eaters.

'Oh, well, you have to know something. When you were unconscious during the final battle-' another round of horrifying coughs 'the dark lord found out about the destroyed horcruxes'
Harry's eyes widen at that, he thought voldemort kept his secret to himself, he thought voldemort was smarter than telling all his followers about his splitted soul, how does Zabini know about the horcruxes?

'I was there when he made his eighth horcrux' Mr.Zabini answers his unasked question.

Harry furrows his eyebrows 'eighth horcrux? There were only seven.'

Mr. Zabini smiles ruefully 'were, indeed. But he made another one right then and there on the battlefield, probably in case someone decided to stab him in the back, without the horcruxes he was just as vunerable as normal humans after all.'

Harry's mind goes numb, another horcrux. Another hunt, more lives in danger, more deaths.

'who did he kill to make the horcrux?' He manages to rasp.

'Nobody, that's the weird thing, he thought he killed you, he made it from you, but you weren't dead.'

My other half  harry thinks, voldemorts part of his mind, voldemort created a horcrux when he killed a part of himself.

Zabini coughs again and some wards go off, causing Harry to jump up in panic, not knowing what to do.

'I'll get a nurse!' he half-shouts and attempts to leave the room, but Mr.Zabini grabs his wrist.

'Stay, please, I don't want to die alone.' The man rasps with pleading eyes and he pants with ragged breath.

Harry hesitates for a moment, unsure what to do. Luckily the nurse walks in a few seconds later, together with Zabini's son, blaise, harry thought was his name, and Zabini's wife.

Suddenly harry feels himself out of place in the silent white room, with people he doesn't know who have red, puffy eyes from crying.

Mr.Zabini closes his eyes and his breath calms, the sound of ragged breath stops and his chest rises every time a little slower, until it stops completely.