This is kind of a joke, so don't take it seriously. My sister Anna helped me as this was her idea. She ships Harry and the snitch, which is weird, but not as weird as this:
Snitches have flesh memories, and I know that mine is full of him. All I have ever wanted was to not be an inanimate object, so I can be with him.
It all started when I felt his mouth around me, on that first quidditch match. He flies like a pigeon, so beautifully. All I want is to feel like that again, but he will never love me, we are worlds apart.
He kissed me again before he went to die, and I will never forget that moment. But he left me behind for a random stone and didn't even die anyway.
He betrayed me, the one who had always loved him, for a redheaded vixen who stole his heart with her strange animate object ways. He will never love me; I am a snitch.
But I have found another lover, powerful enough to raise the dead. I held him for years within me, and found him again, on the forest floor, after me love had abandoned me.
He too is an inanimate object. We have an understanding, a connection, deeper than any animate object could be capable of.
I am a snitch, and I have found true love twice. Snitches have flesh memories, and flesh hearts.