CHAPTER 1: Hagrid Breaks and Enters
Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, was proud to say that he was perfectly abnormal, thank you very much. So he was very surprised when he got sent to pick up James and Lily's son and show him the hidden world of magicals.
He was completely aware that he was unsuited for the monumental task of preparing Harry for Hogwarts, as he didn't even finish Hogwarts himself. Minerva usually handled all the introductions and thingamabobs.
But, Hagrid was nothing but an idolizer of the Great and Mighty Dumbledore, and he trusted that the wise and venerable headmaster would never make a mistake, so Hagrid decided to go pick up Harry himself.
"Harry! Gulpin' gargoyles, where are yeh Harry?" Hagrid boomed as he strode along Privet Drive. He had already searched number four, Privet Drive and he found no signs of Harry in there. He only found signs of a rare species of blond gorilla in the house.
Hagrid was a kind person, but he wasn't all that smart. He could've looked at the address of Harry's letters to find out where Harry was, but the thought never came to mind. Instead, he spent an entire day pacing back and forth down Privet Drive, banging on doors, and generally disturbing the peace and quiet. Hagrid only left when the police were called on him.
As Hagrid prepared to mount his massive motorcycle, the thought to check the address of the letter finally came to mind. "There yeh are Harry!" Hagrid whispered as he started up the motorcycle and flew off into the night sky.
Three days later, Dumbledore finally got worried when Hagrid never came back with Harry. "I entrusted him with one job. One job! And he managed to screw it up anyway." Dumbledore's grandfatherly veneer slipped for one moment as he let his anger get the better of him. "It's all for the Greater Good", Dumbledore thought ruefully as he apparated to a shack in the middle of the sea.
"What happened here!" Dumbledore thought as he surveyed the destruction strewn out in front of him. Wooden planks were thrown everywhere and the shack was all but obliterated.
Dumbledore frantically cast all the detection spells he knew before he finally admitted that Harry was gone.
3 days ago
The motorcycle roared as it landed on the rocky ground outside the shack. "Muggles. Such strange places they live in these days," Hagrid thought as he strode over to the door.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The door shook from the repeated blows it took. If Hagrid were any smarter, he would have known that the creaking sounds of wood straining were not a good sign. But Hagrid wasn't the longest wand in the store and he kept on banging.
Suddenly, there was a mighty groan as the rotted planks gave way. The shack crashed in on itself and immediately killed everyone inside.
Hagrid was devastated and sat on the ground in front of the shack until the Muggle police arrested him and took him to prison. Hagrid gave no defense.
Harry could have grown up to become a famous icon with a beautiful, red-headed wife on his arm, but he just wasn't lucky enough. That's why you never buy old, rotted houses from creepy old men and send numbskulls to pick-up one of the most respected and famous icons in the world. That's what happens when luck runs out.