Running was all Tom ever did. He ran from good, he ran from kind, he ran from normality, he ran from care and he ran from the thing that would cause his death, he ran from love. Tom ran from things he never had and running meant that he could never have them. Tom would never know good from evil, he would never know kindness or compassion, he would never know love, he would never know what it felt like to be cared for, and Tom would never know normal. All he would know is vengeance, suffering, cruelty and what he thought was power. If he had never ran he would have been normal, he could have been cared for, and he could have been loved. If Tom hadn't ran he would have never become the most feared wizard to walk the earth, he would never have become Voldemort. Nothing would have happened if he hadn't ran.