Rose and Scorpius Part 4

When we broke away Scorpius said 'we have to do something about your ankle. You can't keep bleeding like this.' I looked down too, my bandaged was soaked through.
'Yeah, I think it's getting worse...'
'You wouldn't happen to have any ideas?' he asked.
Whatever my answer was it was forgoten when we heard voices from the floor above.
'Who would put us on the same floor? With our history?'
'Yeah, whoever it was they are seriously mental!'
I raised her eyebrows at Scorpius, those were voices of adults.
Without hesitation we oth started shouting. 'Hey down here! Help! On the stairs!'
The two heads stuck out from where the stairs should have connected, caused four similtanius exclimations of surprise.
'Scorpius!'
'Rose?'
'Dad?!'
'Uncle Harry!'
Then Draco Malfoy asked 'What happened to you Weasly?'
'Ah well I fe-'
'Did Scorpius have anything to do with it Rosie?' Uncle Harry interupted sharply.
'No he-'
'Potter I don't like what your insinuationg. When has my son ever given you reason to suspect him of causing harm to any of your family?' This time it was Mr Malfoy who interupted.
Uncle Harry sighed, 'Sorry, old habits die hard I guess. So what happened you two,' He asked turning to face us.
'The stairs decided to move and Rose fell as she was walking up them,' Scorpius said.
'Scorpius tried to catch me, but we both fell. I broke my ankle,' I continued the explination.
'Did you bandage it up?' Asked Uncle Harry.
'From the state of my son's robe I'd say they did,' Mr Malfoy answered for us.
'Yeah I bandaged it with my robe but it's still bleeding tonnes.'
'Well this is a bit of a sticky situation, we can't use magic either otherwise we could just repair it instantly,' Malfoy the seniour lamented.
'We wouldn't though!' Uncle Harry snapped. I saw Draco's lips twitch and even I had to hide a smile. We all knew about the time Harry lost all the bones in his arm when a teacher of the time tried to repair a broken bone.
'Well the first thing we need to do is stop the bleeding. Uh any ideas anyone?' Asked my Uncle.
'The hospital wing?' was my suggestion, not one of my best ideas, infact it was rather dismal considering I was apparently just as bright as my mother.
'Sorry Rosie we're on the wrong floor.'
'Sure' said Harry sarcastically. 'Any of you know someone who just carries potions around with them?'
'Well ther was-'
'Oh come off it. There is no way on earth!' Harry snapped.
'Hey!' Scorpius shouted. 'Weasly Wizard Weazes!'
We all stared at him. Finally I asked. 'Um sorry but what are you on about?'
'Ah a Weasly Wizard Weazes product is Nosebleed Nougat. One end makes your nose bleed by thinning your blood-'
'But the other end stops it! Brilliant! Your amazing!' I exclaimed.
'I'm not sure I follow you...' Mr Malfoy said.
Uncle Harry was faster to catch on, I suspect he has more experience with Skiving Snackboxes. 'The second half stops the nose bleed by stimulating the clotting agents in your blood. Theoretically it should help stop any bleeding. And tonnes of kids would carry them around. Scorpius you are brilliant! I'll go see what I can find!' Malfoy keep an eye on those two!' He called back as he raced off.
'So dad why are you here?' Scorpius asked.
'Oh, well with Potter's eldest running around and the newest generatioin of Weasly twins, not to mension you two, brightest kids schools had for years. Well no one trusted you not to get up to trouble, so they brought in some helpers to patrol the floors,' he said with a smile. 'Good thing too, seeing the state Weasly here is in.'
We sat in silence for a bit, and then we heard running footsteps.
'Ah Potter,' Mr Malfoy said looking behind him. 'That was quick!'
'Yes, well one good thing about being the famous room saying you urgently need som Nosebleed Nougat everyone scrambles to find some, even if they might get in trouble for having banned goods!' He grinned. 'Here catch you two.'
'Wow thats amazing!' Exclaimed Scorpius about a minute after I swallowed the capsual, the bleeding had amost completely stopped.
Uncle Harry and Mr Malfoy kept us company until the teachers returned and the stairs were restored to their usual possition. Then everyone left me in the old but capable hands of Madam Pomfry