Ted
His grandmother called him Ted, and he called her Grandromeda or Granny.
She was the only person in the world who was allowed to call him that, because it had been the name of her husband, her biggest love, her savior.
She talked about him as much as she talked about Mum and Dad and cousin Sirius, talked about the courage he had given her and the live he had gifted her and explained to her grandson that he, too, had been named after his grandfather.
She kissed his forehead, when she tucked him into bed, and looked at old photo albums with him, whenever he missed his parents, and smiled, eventhough it had to hurt, when his hair turned bubblegum pink on the 2nd of May, and she never let him feel like a sad replacement.
He always knew, without ever having to doubt it, that he was the most important thing in her live.
Because he wasn't Ted the Second and not the son of his parents, he was her grandchild, her light, her little Ted and he loved her, when she kissed his head and whispered: "Sleep well, Ted", and when she knelt down to him on his first Semptember 1st and said quietly: "You just wait and see, Ted", and when she hugged him wordlessly.
He loved her.