As soon as Hermione opened the door, Harry almost fainted. All the power of the dementors hit him at once. He leaned on Hermione as she opened the door just enough to let themselves through. The dementors didn't seem to notice as they walked slowly by them. When the entered the school, Harry was relieved. Harry took out the Marauder's Map to see where Mrs. Norris and Filch were. They both were nowhere near them. The silently walked through the school and made their way to the Quidditch field. It was very dark and Hermione quietly whispered "Lumos" and her wand lit up.
They removed the cloak and Hermione waited as Harry tried to find the balls. He pulled out a heavy case. Hermione's eyes widened as he opened it. He picked up the Quaffle and handed it to Hermione. "This is a Quaffle. The Chasers..."
"Yeah, I know. I had Ron show me all of that. Right now I have to worry about the Snitch. I can't seem to keep my eye on it. It's so tiny."
"That's the idea, Hermione," Harry laughed as he took out the Snitch. Hermione eyed the small golden ball and followed it with her eye as it took flight. Harry mounted his Firebolt and took off. He hovered near Hermione as the Snitch disappeared into the darkness of the night. He waited a while and then remembered the time during the third year when he almost died during that storm. It was as dark as it was now and he looked to where the dementors were. He thought he saw something but he shook his head, thinking he was seeing thing, and flew up into the night. Hermione took one of the school brooms and took off after him.
"Harry, Can you see it? It's really dark out here! Maybe we shouldn't do this tonight. Let's go back."
"No," Harry said yelled back, "I've done this before. You have to get used to this. Come on, this is good training for you." Harry didn't want to go back. In the air, on his broom, made him forget everything. Cedric, the trial, everything was put on the back burner. All that mattered to him was himself and the Snitch. He wanted to forget the past few years the only way he could, the Quidditch field. Then he spotted it. He waited for Hermione to catch up to him.
"There it is. Do you see it?"
"No. Oh wait. There it is. I see it."
"Stay focused. Don't take your eye off of it," he instructed to Hermione. He saw something out of the corner of his eye in the stands. He turned to find it gone. Hermione blasted off after the Snitch. She pierced the night and she seemed like a natural, just like Harry. Then Harry saw a bright light just miss him and was heading to Hermione. Just as she caught the Snitch, it hit her. She screamed and fell of the broom. Harry zoomed through the air and caught her.
"Hermione, are you alright? What was that? Are you ok?" Harry landed and put her on the ground. She slowly got up and nodded.
"I'm alright. It came from behind you," Hermione said a little shaky. "I'm alright, though. It just barely hit me."
Harry looked around the whole field and then to Hermione. She held up the Snitch to his face and smiled. "That's enough for tonight," She said with a little laugh, "Let's go to bed. I'm beat." She gave the Snitch to Harry who watched her walk away like nothing had happened. He put it back and dragged the chest back to where he found it. He took one more look around the field. "Are you coming Harry?"
"Uh...yeah. I'm coming." He walked over to Hermione, put the cloak over their heads, and took one look back. He shook his head and walked out. Behind them a shadowy figure moved and disappeared into the night.