Harry led her down the shallow stairs into the very centre of the amphitheatre. There should have been a stage here, and maybe on some occasions there was, but right now there were just four, circular stone platforms and another, larger one, facing them all. Behind each platform was a highly carved and ornate throne of black stone, possibly onyx or even highly-polish coal, which glinted every now and then where light from the ceiling caught the sparkly surfaces. 