"You need not speak girl, look at me and I will see." As Hermione made eye contact with the Dark Lord, images began to dance through her mind. Harry sitting in the tent listing possible Horcruxes, reeling off the ones they’d destroyed. The Sword of Gryffindor being carried into the tent by Ron, a triumphant grin on his face. The three of them discussing the best way to kill a snake. Months of being on the run with the boys, all of their conversations on Horcruxes. He saw it all.