It had been a little over a week since Sep's arrival in his home dimension. His father having shown no interest in getting to know him, Sep had enclosed himself and concentrated solely on the alteration of the Zendonni Formula. After many experiments and 5 mirrors, Sep was able to find the solution. He dipped the newest mirror, one with a tame and quiet nature, in a solution of Boar's Clover and Parsley. After a moment it vanished. Next, he took out another mirror, which he had taken down from the wall, and dropped five drops of the new solution onto it. Five minutes later, the image in the mirror changed and he recognized the entranceway into Snape Manor.
"Dad? Septimus? Is anyone home?" He called. He had called about five times before the sweaty and excited face of his dad appeared.
"Sep?" He asked as though he couldn't believe it. "Oh, I've missed you so much! How did you manage to make contact? No, let me guess, you are the appearing and disappearing mirrors culprit. I know, potions, right? Did your father help you?" Here he stopped to take a deep breath and noticed the smile leaving his son's face.
"My father acknowledges my existence, but not because he wants to." Sep responded quietly.
"Oh, Sep. I am so sorry. How are things turning out otherwise?" As Sep told him what he had found out about Tim's home life and their circumstances, his dad's face steadily clouded over.
"That explains a lot about Tim's temperament." He said quietly.
"Why, what is wrong with him?"
"Oh, nothing is wrong with him per say, but there are times when his eyes will cloud over with unmentionable memories, and he goes somewhere we may not follow." After a pause, he brightened up and remarked: "Guess what Siri brought from his adventures?"
"No! Not a crumplett!" Sep exclaimed.
"The very same."
"I didn't think they existed!"
"None of us did. You can imagine Tim's surprise when Sirius gave him one."
"Where is my daring counterpart, anyway?" Sep asked.
"Oh! Let me go get him." For about five minutes all the mirror showed was the entranceway. Finally his father returned with a close replica of himself. There were quite a few differences, however, remembrances of the boy in the photo album lingered.
"What is this surprise, dad?" Tim asked as Sev led him before the mirror.
"Son, there is someone I'd like you to meet." Turning the boy to the wall, he said: "Tim, I would like you to meet Septimus, otherwise known as Sep. Sep, I would like you to meet Septimus, otherwise known as Tim."
"Wicked!" Both boys said before falling into peals of laughter. The boys spent the next hour telling each other what had happened to themselves when they had returned to their native dimension.
Sev looked on at their conversation, amazed at how similar, yet how completely different his sons were. He figured it had to have been the different ways that they had both gown up. His ears perked up at an exclamation from Tim. "What do you mean they are making you live as Harry Potter! No one should have to do that!"
"But Tim, you did." Sep said softly.
"And what did I get from it? With the tender age of one I was declared the savior of the wizarding world and at any hint of parseltongue or rebelliousness I am the accomplice of Voldemort, the Dark lord!" Without much of a pause, he continued. "Sep, could your shrink the mirror and bring it with you to the Great Hall at dinner tonight. I have a bone to pick with them"