This story is told from Hermione's point of view, not one of my greatest but please read anyway. :)
With nearly everyone back at the burrow things were starting to settle. Tonks and Professor Lupin were talking about their adventures and I was sitting with Ron. The only people that still needed to arrive were Mundungus, Bill, Fleur, and Professor Moody. Suddenly, Bill and Fleur appeared nearly out of no where. They got off the invisible creature and it was only then that I realized Fleur was weeping.
"What's the matter?" Professor Lupin asked generally concerned.
Bill looked up from Fleur and glanced around at us, "Mad Eye's dead." A gasp rippled across the lawn. Fearless Mad Eye dead, it couldn't be. I looked at Tonks whose shock was slowly starting to fade and it was replaced with sorrow. She and Mad Eye had always been close; after all he had taught her everything she knew. As the tears fell down Tonk's face I was grateful when Professor Lupin hugged her shielding my view. I didn't want to see my friend so distraught it wasn't right. After a quite sob fest outside we moved inside to mourn our loss. Harry said a few nice words, but the mood was somber and no one was happy. After a while we slowly moved to our separate ways everyone returning to their homes to sleep soundly. As I settled into my bed at the Weasley's house I couldn't help, but feel completely depressed, I was sick of death I wanted it to stop.
It wasn't until I saw Tonks die months later that I understood why death was necessary in war. I wanted death to stop so much when Mad Eye died, but he was the first one to really die. As the months went on I found that it stopped mattering so much. Yes I didn't want my very close friends to die, but sometimes I saw people going through things that I myself would rather die than do. As the bodies lay before me in the shattered remains of the Great Hall I didn't weep. I had done enough of that, instead I prayed. I prayed that all the people before me moved onto a better place. I also prayed that Mad Eye one of the first sacrifices was there to watch over them.