Dear BananaPhone, I laughed so hard on your comment :D I firmly believe your expectations are just a bit more than what this story can provide :D But I'll do my best ;)
B is for Boy, tiny with a lightning scar,
Carried by a giant, to where his relatives are.
Hagrid cried; his voice was louder than Sirius' motorbike. He roared into the darkness as the anger and sadness about the loss of his friends had taken over his emotions.
The little boy in his arm was surprisingly quiet. His green eyes unknowing of the terror he had just survived. Hagrid's big, wet tears fell on the child's small face like rain and the half giant swept them away gently. Little Harry suddenly grabbed his big hand; his tiny fingers only long enough to go half way around his thumb.
Hagrid stopped crying right away. Harry was smiling at him.