Barty Crouch Jr.
Barty Crouch Jr. was always a momma’s boy. It may not be the first thing you noticed about him, but when you got to know the boy, you grew to realize it.
He didn’t necessarily seek to constantly please his mother, or to always make her happy, but he loved her to death and no one could say otherwise. As much as Barty fondly, irritably, and irrefutably despised his idiot of a father, he certainly did not think of his lovely mother in the same fashion. While his father had the biggest stick up his ass (also known as his job at the Ministry of Magic), his mother was left to take care of their marriage and their child. Barty was maybe not the attitude-free, gentle and kind child that any mother prays and wishes for, but Bartemius Crouch Jr. would grow to become a man who would sacrifice it all for his mother. In the end—well—it ended up going the other way around.
Extremes—that was what Barty’s life was mostly composed of. When he was ten and got pranked by the wankers that called themselves the Marauders, he didn’t just get back at them by planning a typical revenge prank. Of course he didn’t just go there—Barty had to go all the way. And so, with the help of his lovely (and greasy) Slytherin fellows, Mulciber and dear Severus Snape, Barty ended up beating the shit out of James Potter after a half-failed ambush in the Gryffindor Tower corridor. Of course, he got hit right back and left as many bruises on James Potter as James Potter left on him—but that was the least Barty could do to get his revenge.
In Barty’s sixth year, the Dark Lord's influence was rapidly growing among his peers—his influence exponentially gaining power by the minute in the walls of Hogwarts. Regulus and Evan were mildly motivated, while Snape, Avery and Mulciber were much more involved. However, Barty wasn’t even comparable to any of them. He wasn’t just involved and motivated—certainly not—Barty Crouch Jr. was eager, thirsty, dying for a place within the Dark Lord’s ranks. He promised to himself that he would be ready to sacrifice everything for the cause, whatever it cost him. Nothing was going to stop him from becoming one of the most notorious dark wizards of his time, and nothing was going to stop him from seeing the growing horror on his father’s face when the idiot would see what became of his son.
Years later when his mother took his place in his cell in Azkaban, Barty reconsidered himself to be a momma’s boy. Though, a year later, after he murdered his father, Barty Crouch found himself knowing for certain that he wasn’t a daddy’s boy.