This is going to be a fic about Party Jr. and I thought about it since he's admittedly the best professor for the DADA next to Remus Lupin. It's a bit more of a Barty Crouch Jr. centric story. This is a fic where he actually liked kids. Why do you think he taught them properly?

Summary: Barty Crouch Jr. always wanted to teach. But he discarded that dream in exchange for his loyalty to his master. But what if his dream gets in his way of that loyalty?

Professor!

He was gong to do it! He was do it for his master! He bursted into the halls with a bang, making a huge entrance. He knew that all eyes were on him, all that sparkling awe in the children's eyes. He felt a bit bad for the real Moody, but that's what he gets for hexing him, a certain hex he was not going to make. He drank the putrid, vile potion hourly, making sure to put normal drinks into a few of them. In order to imitate Mad-eye's behavior, he acted as if he was paranoid

Though as he taught the children, a lot of kids had started showing up into his office to speak with him. Pure-blood, half-blood, muggle-born. Sure he hated muggle-born, but he hated in the way how they acted everything. Dumbledore, who was influencing everything, was at fault. They were the foreigners so why should they adjust their cultures and systems just for the muggle-borns to fit in? He couldn't stand muggle-born, but the children are really special for him.

He had made one muggle-born friend in his school years and he was actually really talented. He didn't boast, didn't blab about everything, and tried to learn Pure-blood cultures by researching it himself. But he was killed by the Light side for 'associating with You-Know-Who's followers' and the 'slimy Slytherins'. They were so idiotic. They weren't recruited until they are seventh year and above, and snakes aren't even slimy. They're smooth, scaly creatures. Why can't they get their facts right? Oh wait, Blood-traitors and others were idiotic and are sheeps.

But what really broke his resolve once more, to his master is this special muggle-born first year who smiled with rosy cheeks

"You're the best DADA teacher ever!" As he picked up his books and left his office. He hid his face and crumbled down beneath his desk on the onslaught of the cuteness.

He resolved to teach the kids properly. He stood up and had to clutch his head as he banged his head on the desk when he stood up

END!

Tis a short story, I know, and it's still going to stay that way.