Dawn
Sleep had eventually arrived. It would be stupid to stay up, but logic didn't seem to work very well where Remus was concerned. Still Regulus had managed to get a few hours of sleep, enough to last him until after the end of their classes, and then they could both go to sleep early until the next morning.
He walked back to the forest. The sun had already shown the first rays, while the moon getting lower and lower in the sky until it disappeared completely, and that's when the screaming started. He truly hated it, hated that people were hurting indiscriminately, or maybe he just hated that Remus was hurting. He couldn't say that he truly cared about the rest.
The makeshift camp came to life, with potions ready to be handed out. Regulus had his own vials. Less work for Pucey, he told himself, although his paranoia had a large role in his decision to brew the same potions in his lab.
The werewolves started to emerge from the forest. The naked, dirty bodies didn't matter, only one person mattered and when he saw Remus, he went to his lover and put his cloak around Remus' body. "Here, drink this. There's the carriage ready to take us to the castle."