Never even met Harry Bloody Potter and my son was like a brother to his kids. We named him Teddy. I am almost scared to ask why he was named that. From the sounds of it the next generation were named for those that fell. Mum was probably devistated. Guess Aunt Trixie was just doing the right thing cleaning up the family garbage by taking me out...and Sirius by the looks of it.
I am going to go sit under scalding water and drown in a bottle. If you don't hear from me for a couple of days I would come look for a pulse.