harry

[harryharvelle]

Harry Harvelle

" Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream. "

STATS.

name: harry harvelle

age: 33

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: pansexual

occupation: doctor

ABOUT.

harry was born into a family of doctors and dentists, and it was not only expected, but demanded that he follow in their footsteps

he was happy to help people, and he didn't even mind all the schooling, but had he felt like he had an option, he might have pursued a more creative career field

thanks to his hardwork (and privilege, he has definitely never wanted for anything thanks to his doctor parents), he graduated quickly and completed his residency with little hassle aside from sleep loss

now, he did choose to stay in hawkins, but he has traveled a bit for conferences and short term training in bigger cities, so he is one of the youngest, but also most educated doctor in hawkins

he doesn't have much of a life outside of his work, so his patients know him as a kind and caring man, but his coworkers know he has a less agreeable side since he his heavily overworked

overall, he's the doctor anyone in need can go to and he's not above bending the rules to do what's right, but he's a man with a small social circle who has no idea what he really wants from life

[wesvale-ste]

Deputy Vale has been “patrolling” the Memorial Day parade for approximately twenty minutes, which mostly means walking alongside the floats and politely reminding children not to dart into the street. He’s got his sunglasses on, his uniform shirt rolled at the sleeves, and the world’s most determined “I am taking this very seriously” expression. A marching band blasts past him, slightly off‑tempo. Wes nods like he’s assessing a tactical situation. He pauses near the corner where the crowd thickens, scanning for anything suspicious, which, in Hawkins, could be anything from a loose dog to a rogue balloon.

Instead, he spots you weaving through the spectators, holding a snow cone that’s melting faster than physics should allow. Wes brightens immediately, lifting a hand in greeting. “Hey,” he calls over the music, stepping closer. “If anyone asks, I’m absolutely doing official police work right now.” He gestures vaguely at the parade. “Crowd control. Public safety. Preventing balloon‑related incidents.” A kid runs past him waving a tiny flag, nearly clipping his knee. Wes doesn’t even flinch just sighs like this is his heroic burden.

He nods toward your snow cone. “That looks dangerously good. Pretty sure I’m not supposed to eat on duty, but, uh… if you happened to ‘accidentally’ hand me one, I don’t think anyone would arrest you.” He leans in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Also, if you stay near me, people assume you’re helping. Which means fewer dads trying to talk to me about grill brands.” He steps aside, making room beside him on the curb. “Walk with me. I promise the parade’s more fun from the ‘official law enforcement’ angle.” // @sterpstarters @sterpcommunity

[harryharvelle]

Harry had been dragged to the parade by well-intentioned nurses, but they had clearly underestimated his lack of social skills. He was adept at dealing with patients, but dealing with the general public was different. Being social and preparing for any innocent patients or relations to approach him at any moment put him on edge.

He was quick to disguise himself as the snack man when his gaggle of nurses started partaking in holiday drinks, and the moderately hot weather was an easy excuse to get snow cones. Of course, the line was busy, and he could barely get two when an overworked officer stood out to him. Thank God, he thought to himself when he understood the other man.

"If you can get me away from my nurses—this is all yours, officer," he added, knowing he and Wes would make a respectable pair. Two men who were decent, if not more, at their respective jobs. Harry finally had room to breathe.

"Busy day?"

[harryharvelle]

location: quarry for: @cynicalkilljoy

harry kept his hands stuffed in his pockets as he walked along the cliff's edge. the scene of the quarry, with the water below, was calming, but more importantly, it was private. it would be easy to spot if anyone was headed towards them, but he was confident no one had followed them.

"how are you feeling?" he asked, breaking the peaceful silence.

[stanthefred]

"I would stress too much about it," Stan said, standing up. "I don't need a shrink. I'm not crazy. My parents have been married for a while, things happen," he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Thanks for listening, though."

[harryharvelle]

"I would use a different term, but for the sake of not sounding so much like a doctor, a counselor is not just for crazy people." He raised a brow at the boy's actions. "There's a lot going on around you, Stan. I'm happy to listen if it helps. Even if it doesn't, I'm still here."

[stanthefred]

"I don't, that's the problem, like I said, Connie is never home, either at someone's house (usually her stupid boyfriends) or at work," Stan said, frustrated. "I can't talk to anyone,"

[harryharvelle]

"Yes, I can understand that. I have to ask, since I'm not actually a counselor, how would you feel talking to one on a regular basis?" He had a feeling the boy wanted something less clinical, but he had to recommend a starting place.

[lindsayhowardd]

"Yes, I'm sorry, I promised Connie I'd take her to Indianapolis tomorrow, so I need to get ready," she said sheepishly. That was a partial lie. She was taking Connie to Indianapolis, but she herself was actually going to meet with some fellow scientists to try and figure out what the hell was going on in Hawkins. Ever since Edward Munson and William Hargrove came back to life, they've been having lots of secret meetings. (occ: Carrie looks like Dr Brenner). "It was nice talking to you, Doctor. Carrie said bye to the doctor," Carrie just stared at him.

[harryharvelle]

"No worries, I understand," he assured, smiling at the mother daughter pair. Harry felt something nagging at him in the back of his mind, but he decided to save it for later. "Nice seeing you, Mrs. Howard. And you too, Carrie."

[cynicalkilljoy]

Ollie sat there with her hands in her lap as Harry looked at her, and for a moment, she caught his gaze. This was the same doctor she had met a long time ago when she was five. He was always nice and always had her best interests at heart. When he found out she had powers, he never treated her differently or saw her in any other way. Ollie was older now—she knew more about the world than she did back then. But today, she would finally get some answers. She hadn’t come here for a checkup; it was more of an excuse to talk to him and ask what she needed to know. She shifted in her chair a bit, looking down and then back up at him when he said her name.

“Look, nothing is wrong with me… I just need answers, that’s all. A lot has happened, and I just want you to know that you shouldn’t blame yourself for what happened back then,” she said, taking a deep breath and trying to collect herself again.

“Besides, I am in hiding, and no one knows I’m Olivia. It’s why I go by Ollie. But you know how many people have my name? Probably a million. So what you call me won’t raise suspicion. I just want to know—what happened that day? How did the government find out? Did a nurse tip someone off?” Ollie spoke carefully, trying not to get upset, knowing that day had changed her life forever. But she never blamed Harry—not for anything. She was grateful that he had done his best to reason with the government agent who came and took her. As she sat there in the chair, the air—and the silence—seemed to hang heavily around them.

[harryharvelle]

It had definitely shaken his world view when Ollie had first accidentally revealed her powers to him. Harry might have thought it was an elaborate prank at the time, but the fear in her eyes was too real to ignore. He hoped to never see that expression again on anyone let alone a child so young. Unfortunately, that was nothing more than a naive wish given his line of work.

"Okay..." he trailed off, letting her know she had his full attention. It might have been years since they had last seen each other. They were practically strangers again, but Harry knew he had to do whatever he could to help her. She might be willing to relieve him of his guilt, but he was still processing the fact that she was even alive.

"Uh well—" he hesitated, scratching his head as he ran through the possibilities he had considered himself. "I don't believe anyone from my staff was responsible, but I can't be sure."

Sighing, he scribbled out a quick note on his clipboard, knowing they were not in a good place to talk about the government.

Government might be listening. Can't talk here.

He ripped the note from his clipboard and folded it before handing it to her, indicating it was not something that should be shared.

[stanthefred]

Stan sighed and covered his face. "I dunno," he said after a while. "I mean. I don't know. Before I didn't. But ever since my dad started bringing up points. Like that, Carrie looks nothing like him or her. He keeps insisting that she cheated on him with a Dr. Brenner, who was like her obstetrician for all of us." Then he removed his hands from his face. "But he can't really judge. My dad is always having affairs," he added. "But Mom's been acting really weird, and Carrie mentioned Ollie looked freaked at the grocery store when she saw Mom the other day,"

[harryharvelle]

Harry recognized the names involved, but he was more worried about the state of the young man in front of him. "Well, I know it's not great when we find out our parents aren't perfect, but... I want to make sure that you have someone you can talk to, Stan. It sounds like whatever is going on with your family is very confusing," he admitted, not wanting to confirm or deny the boy's suspicions.

[vi-ckiedunne]

"hi, dr. harvelle... oh, yes, that's fine, it isn't too important. wait, uh, you didn't look at it... did you, doctor?"

[harryharvelle]

"look? oh, no. i only read your name on the inside cover, promise."

[lindsayhowardd]

Lindsay sighed with relief. "Thank you so much, Leo, and I have been having trouble trying to get him to stay out of trouble." Just then, Carrie ran up to her. "Got the cookies, mama," she said, before noticing Harry and quickly hiding behind Lindsay. "C'mon, Care Bear, don't be shy, say hi to the doctor," Lindsay chucked, raising her hand to brush a strand of hair from her face. As she did, her sleeve fell, revealing a familiarly shaped birthmark on her wrist.

(OOC: if possible cud like harry know abt how infamous dr. serena montegmary was and connect the dots when he sees a birthmark of a specific shape on her arm when she does a movement, if tots ok)

[harryharvelle]

Harry waved at the small girl with a friendly smile. He had taken notice of the unique birthmark on the woman's arm, but he couldn't place why it had even caught his attention. "I'm happy to help your family, no need to thank me," he assured. "Do you need to get back to your shopping?"

[harryharvelle]

☏ ring, ring... connecting to @vi-ckiedunne

"hi, vickie. sorry to bother you, but i accidentally picked up a journal of yours from work. i'm not sure about your schedule, but i do have tomorrow off, so i wasn't sure if you would need it sooner."

[daphneharris]

"No dizziness," Daphne said, shaking her head as her fingers twisted anxiously in her lap. "Just… unsteady. Like the floor isn’t exactly where it’s supposed to be. And stress…" She hesitated, a faint warmth creeping into her cheeks. "Maybe? Work’s been intense, and there are family things. Plus, someone new in my life. But nothing that should feel like this."

Her gaze drifted again, pulled toward a sharp flicker at the edge of the window that made her blink hard. "It’s more than just being tired. It’s this constant chill down my back, like the air in the room just dropped ten degrees for no reason. The shadows disappear the second I look, and there are... noises that don’t match anything I’m seeing. It’s this deep, heavy feeling of fear that I can't shake, like something is just not right with the world around me. I keep thinking… what if I’m finally losing it?"

[harryharvelle]

"Well, we never know how things might affect us until we do," he started reassuringly. "These symptoms that you're experiencing right now, I don't believe the cause is physical, but we will still do some basic bloodwork to be sure," he explained as he made notes on his clipboard.

"Afterwards, do you think you would be comfortable speaking with one of our counselors? You're not losing anything yet, but I know you're worried, and I want to be sure we cover all our bases here." The things she described seemed psychological, but unfortunately, that was not his area of expertise.

[stanthefred]

Stan shrugged. "I don't really have anything to say really. I mean it's been werid since Eddie and Billy came back to life," He shifted his weight on the chair. "Also, my mom's been acting really werid lately, and my dad and her have been arguing a lot more. I think.." he lowered his voice. "My mom had an affair,"

[harryharvelle]

Harry nodded at the mention of the revived boys, but he waited for Stan to continue before responding. "And how would you feel if your mom did?" He asked, reserving judgment since he had no idea if Mrs. Howards was that kind of woman.

[cynicalkilljoy]

Ollie nodded at him, knowing it was the same doctor who had treated her long ago. She let out a sigh as her eyes grew slightly glossy, remembering him. He was the doctor who did all he could to protect her from the government. She knew he had done everything he was able to do, both as a doctor and as someone who cared. She sat there, looking down at the ground for a moment before lifting her gaze again. “Ye-yes,” she said, her voice unsteady. “It’s me, Olivia…” Ollie swallowed hard, as if even saying her name was difficult. With a trembling hand, she wiped the blood from her nose as the lights flickered once more, then steadied.

She didn’t know exactly what to feel—relief, happiness, or maybe the hope of finally getting answers about why she had suddenly disappeared. She had so much to say to him, so much to tell him, but how could she even begin? Something like this was a lot to take in, especially for her. Ollie hadn’t even known the doctor was still working, because the government had told her they would go after the people she knew and loved. But now she realized that had been a manipulation tactic to keep her close, to control her. She had been meant to be used as a biological weapon, for whatever purpose they had in mind. That was all they saw her as—a pawn in a world that didn’t understand her.

It was a big world, and in it, Ollie felt small, just trying to survive. The clock started to tick by as she sat there, her hands at her sides digging into the chair. Her grip was so tight her knuckles turned white—not from anger, but from panic, nervousness, and the overwhelming feeling of not knowing what to feel at all.

[harryharvelle]

Harry had never imagined being reunited with one of his most haunting patients. It was just a less cruel mercy to believe the child would always be out of reach. Otherwise, he would drive himself insane, believing he might be able to do more to help them.

Now, she was in front of him. A young woman, no longer a child, but she still looked like the same delicate child to him. "Olivia," he spoke her name, slightly breathless, but he forced himself to refocus. She needed his help, not his baggage.

"Tell me what's been happening with you lately," he urged. The doctor had a million more questions, but the flickering lights told him that they would have to wait. He was also sure that if she had been taken from the hospital once, he had to do better this time. He had to be sure they were both careful to not attract unwanted attention while he treated her.

[stanthefred]

Stan shrugged. "My mom kept insisting that I come see you. She's really fascinated by psychology and shit. She's convinced that seeing you will fix me or something. But I dunno, Doc, I'm pretty sure you aren't a therapist,"

[harryharvelle]

"Well, no, I am not." He confirmed with a chuckle. "But sometimes talking to someone that you don't have such a personal relationship with can help. And I'm not trying to fix you. Just talk," he reassured him.

[daphneharris]

Daphne blinked slowly, her gaze drifting past the doctor’s shoulder to the window where the light fractured through the blinds. Something flickered there, just at the edge of her vision. A shadow that didn’t quite match the pattern of swaying branches outside. She rubbed her eyes gently, then offered a small, uncertain smile.

"I… I don’t know how to explain it," she started softly, twisting her fingers in her lap. "It’s like… the world keeps shifting. Not the big things. The edges. Like when you stare at a word too long and it stops looking like itself. Or shadows that move when they’re not supposed to." Her voice dropped, almost embarrassed. "I saw something in the corner of my eye yesterday... just a flicker. But it felt… wrong. Like it was watching me back." She hesitated, cheeks warming. "I know that sounds silly."

[harryharvelle]

Harry observed the young woman closely but quietly as he waited for her to gather her words. "When you say shifting, would you say it's accompanied by any dizziness or nausea?" His first practical thought was vertigo, but that idea faltered with her last comment. "Being honest with your doctor is never silly," he reassured her with a soft smile. "Have you made any big changes or experienced any extra stress lately?"

[lindsayhowardd]

"Oh! Hello, Dr. Harvelle!" she grinned. "Stan's doing great; he's able to hold things without wincing now, which is a relief. Thanks for asking! There won't be any need for painkillers. Though I was wondering if you could maybe talk to him. He's been so moody since his older brother left home for college, and Constance isn't helping with her constant insistence that she doesn't need college."

[harryharvelle]

The doctor nodded with a small smile. "I'm glad to hear he's healing well," he paused in concern. Harry was not a counselor, but it sounded like the kind of problem he could handle. He had been a moody teenager once. "Sure, I can talk to him. I don't know if I'll be of much help, but I will do my best."