"Of course I am aware of the Deathly Hallows, it is a legend among wizards and witches who seek the magical objects;" Voldemort said, clearly displaying his annoyance at the fact that Hermione had asked such a ridiculous question.
"Then you must know what each of the three items are;" Hermione replied, as the vision of the Horcruxes was replaced by a large crest, one that Voldemort instantly recognised. "The Elder Wand," she said, and the vertical line highlighted itself in gleaming silver; "the Resurrection Stone," the circle highlighted itself now, "and the Cloak of Invisibility," she finished as the triangle encompassing the former two symbols was highlighted. "These objects are very much real, and Harry Potter has collected them all."
Voldemort was shocked at this revelation, he knew that the Elder Wand existed, he had been searching for it himself, as for the Stone and Cloak, he did not care much for them. "How did he find them, Miss Granger?" he asked; a hint of fear in his voice.
"The Cloak, it appears, was passed on to him by his ancestor, Ignotus Peverell; while the Stone was taken from Marvolo Gaunt's ring," she said, hoping he would realise what it meant for his lineage.
"Wait, if Potter was descended from a Peverell, and my uncle's ring was also passed down. Then that means..." Voldemort started to piece it together.
"That you, my Lord, are descended from the second brother, Cadmus Peverell," Hermione finished for him.
"I... I was unaware that I held a piece of Wizarding legend;" Voldamort admitted, "I should have realised, should have known it wasn't simply a symbol, but proof of my lineage." His mind started to piece the truth together. "That means that myself and Potter are the direct descendants of the Peverells, once the strongest magical family in the entire world." He looked at Hermione and asked in a rather more soft voice than usual, "How did he acquire the Stone?"
"Dumbledore left it to him in his will, via the Golden Snitch that he caught in his first game of Quidditch. When he destroyed the locket, he decided to destroy the Snitch as well, and out fell the Stone. He used it to speak to his parents, who told him to avenge their death; by defeating you," she spoke the last part a lot more timidly, not knowing the reaction from Voldemort.
"What about the Elder Wand, child?" Voldemort asked. "Legend has it that the oldest brother was murdered so never had any children. However the wand had passed down through owners due to conflict, and disappeared in the 1900s. How did Potter come across it?" The Dark Lord's intrigue was growing by the minute.
"I believe that Dumbledore gained possession of the wand after defeating Grindelwald in 1945," Hermione stated. This was probably the hardest thing she had to say to the Dark Lord. "According to my vision, Dumbledore intended for the power of the Elder Wand to die with him, as he would have died a natural death due to the curse you placed on the ring. However..." she was unable to finish, as she suddenly felt an intense pain in her mind, not pleasurable but immense pain, and she started to scream. "AAARGGH!" she shrieked as the pain building up on her head brought her to her knees.
"My Lord!" Bellatrix exclaimed looking directly at Voldemort for any sign of him casting a curse.
"It is not me, Bellatrix," he affirmed quickly, before looking over to the only other person in the room. "Wormtail, is this your doing?"
"No, my Lord," Wormtail yelled over the shrieks of pain Hermione was making. Bellatrix went to comfort her lover, only for her hand to become burnt as soon as she came within an inch of Hermionie's body.
"Argh!" she cried out, looking at her right hand, now blistered, as if she had set fire to it. "What kind of magic is this?"
"I have heard that sometimes wands can make their owners feel the pain they are inflicting, but only if they are not in their owners possession." Voldemort reasoned. "Tell me Bellatrix, who has Hermione's wand?"
At this, Bellatrix's eyes widened in shock as she realised who was doing this: "Harry Potter," she whispered.
As if on cue, Hermione started to rise up into the air, no longer screaming, but instead muttering a spell. "Ostendo mihi quisnam est meus cruciatus. Ostendo mihi quisnam est meus cruciatus. Ostendo mihi quisnam est meus cruciatus!" At the third repeat her eyes opened, revealing not her usual brown eyes, but instead eyes of a deep crimson colour. Light started to appear out of Hermione's hands and with one last repeat, the light expanded, engulfing all four of them.
(Ostendo mihi quisnam est meus cruciatus means 'Show me who is my torturer' in latin)